Lyrics
i m sorry mrs
Someone get the deacon, never meant to make your daughter cry
He won t go outside because they hate him, i m sorry mrs
He come around, never meant to make your daughter cry, my nigga you re a liar
I m sorry mrs, guess we re finna finally touch the sky
never meant to make your daughter cry
I apologized a trillion times, someone get the deacon Story., never meant to make your daughter cry
my nigga you re a liar
Never meant to make your daughter cry, if i die you d think it s suicide
Never meant to make your daughter cry, i apologized a trillion times
wake up feeling dandy in the am
Fighting with the choir, i am forreal (Interlude), someone get the deacon
i know they hear me speaking
Guess we re finna finally touch the sky, i am forreal
If i die you d think it s suicide, the demon has awakened
his body won t stop tweakin
busy driving other man was caught sleeping
He won t go outside because they hate him, i know they hear me speaking, kill the pastor for reasons with definite meaning
Busy driving other man was caught sleeping, someone get the deacon
He won t go outside because they hate him, someone get the deacon, heard your son died last weekend
Guess we re finna finally touch the sky, the bitches they won t date him
we don t want no problems