Time won't cover the wounds neither will jesus.
Now momma told me be careful who you love
From the back seat, back seat
Sweet jesus, where's the weed
Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus
Don’t you be holding back, your love
Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love
I had enough, now you up above, so say hello to jesus.
But i guess that shit's just tough love
On the right side of jesus,
Let's roll a j and pretend we in love
Ima leave them praying for jesus
I'm at the atm, spending like i ain't paying rent
I appreciate with jesus' offerings so i'm blessed
Are you perfect motherfucker
Jesus is our mother
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