Sunday Mourning - Wasiu, Dead Horse Beats

I left the club thirsty and horny

I’m supposed to be in church in the morning

Pastor said «you need to search for atonement»

But instead I just be lurking for more chicks

And more chicks, fuck another one

Khaled ain’t got shit on me on my mother’s son

I’m fighting life, the bitch just handed me an upper cut

Winter blues, Ima sip till the summer come

Tip-toeing on the edge until my luck is done

Grab a bottle of Henny lets have some fuckin fun

Ignore responsibilities as if there wasn’t none

As if there wasn’t none

A true friend, no you wasn’t one

These chicken-heads are like Kentucky they just one and done

Rose-petal plucking, love me, no she loves me none

But despite my sinning ways, my God still loves his son

I know I don’t deserve it

I know I don’t deserve it

I know I don’t deserve it

Not to beat a dead horse but

I know I don’t deserve it

But Ima make it worth it

Yes Lord I’ll make it worth it

I know I don’t deserve it

I’m the furthest thing from perfect

I stole bikes and purses

Cherries from virgins

Wet dreams in churches, that’s very disturbing

I’m nervous and scared he gon' curse me

To get a seat at God’s table, man you gotta earn it

Nigga, no reserving

Don’t buy the Devil’s lies, they ain’t worth it

Don’t sell yourself short, 'cause they ain’t no reimbursements

Said, there ain’t no reimbursements…

I know I don’t deserve it

I know I don’t deserve it

I know I don’t deserve it

Not to beat a dead horse but

I know I don’t deserve it

But Ima make it worth it

Yes Lord I’ll make it worth it

I know I don’t deserve it