Hymns
Son of a bitch
I just might cut off her wrist
Why? cuz like shit life has become foul
Wonder what if by will thy will be done
Feel it in my bones
Since my soul aint got no feelings at all
I cain't fuck with y'all

Enemies start runin' round
Caught himself a chase card where he go?
Bitch I'm on a plane fly down and out
All the way to hellbound Mexico
Chardonnay, but now shawty gone
Not hard to blame her, Jon bodied that
Almost empty that sorry D sack
Hoe rob my love again

Hymns
Son of a bitch
I just might cut off her wrist
Why? cuz like shit life has become foul
Wonder what if by will thy will be done
Feel it in my bones
Since my soul aint got no feelings at all
I cain't fuck with y'all

Enemies start runin' round
Caught himself a chase card where he go?
Bitch I'm on a plane fly down and out
All the way to hellbound Mexico
Chardonnay, but now shawty gone
Not hard to blame her, Jon bodied that
Almost empty that sorry D sack
Hoe rob my love again