Woorden:
Sinner Connection

roll Thoughts of love And words of gold I know See my connection Ain't looking for perfection Give my heart and soul To her heart and soul collection See my connection

' grip As Trae could've smiled out in Texas Livin' reckless If the cops gon' get you but n****z'll leave you breathless S*** I'm a winner More like a sinner

my chest Why would it stress, it seem a nigga zone at his best Is it a test? At times I feel my soul is possessed Flavors of guess, throw key at major connects

be found tonight Cuz I got plenty of folks in plenty of places you know I ain't droppin' names And fuck the police I really don't want you havin' my connection

would it stress it seem a nigga zone at his best Is it a test at times I feel my soul is possesed Flavors of Guess throw key at major connects Crazy

down I'm halfway to heaven and my home in Forest Hills It's half past the eleven and I've got some time to kill I missed my bus connection my train got

Run from the poison and run from the flames Run from the maddening crowd Laugh at the whispers of who'll take the blame And sing all the sinners out loud

Walkin' the bloody trail, followin' the footsteps of this hell We call America Young niggaz stay strapped 'Cuz ain't nothin' out here but haters And snakes, and sinners

s a verb Feelin like the troubles have become so absurd Forever, pay for the sins that we know that we've committed Been admittedly, born in the sins, is we sinners