Lyrics Saint Peter - Big Chuk

Saint Peter

Dear Jesus
Make sure we always have
Important days
And make sure
Everybody always be safe, amen
Now Lord knows that I ain’t perfect (Not at all)
But I try, no excuses for missin' Sunday service
Why should I lie, see my past has got me feelin' nervous
And I’m prayin' that my past don’t ever surface
I’ma sinner, very far from servin'
And I’m tempted by these slimy serpents
For every purchase I’ma modern merchant
I know I deserve it
But my heart’s deserted
So what’s the purpose?
See I serve it like I’m workin'
I’m drinkin' until I’m swervin'
My mind kinda corrupted like a volcano erupted
Things I never discussed amongst the people I dearly trusted
Lord knows my convictions, and all my bad decisions
Pain that cuts me like an incision
Lucky I didn’t catch no sentence
Every night I stay repentin'
'Cause my minds so corrupt
Sometimes I even wonder why I ain’t been givin' up
So please Lord Jesus, forgive me for my sins
And if you could, ask Saint Peter if he’ll still let me in
If I had a dollar for every time I sinned
A house on the hill’s what I’d live in
The road that I’m on and the places I’ve been
Lord I hope Saint Peter’s gonna let me in
If I had a dollar for every time I sinned
A house on the hill’s what I’d live in
The road that I’m on and the places I’ve been
Lord I hope Saint Peter’s gonna let me in
And it’s hard to be a righteous man (You know)
That grew up rough without a righteous plan (No law)
Illegal acts was in high demand (For sure)
I’m tryna change, I hope you understand (Hey)
I’m so corrupted I didn’t understand (Naw)
See money come easy when it’s hand under hand (It's easy)
And money look pretty off in that rubber band (Cha, cha, ching)
Couldn’t think of another plan (Naw)
Don’t need no other chance (Naw)
Yeah, I count my blessin’s in advance but the stressin' will enhance
With the devil I would dance with this evil romance
Build until it kills me or identifies the real me
Maybe at that point in time they will feel me
Talkin' down on bended knee, hopin' that God’s mendin' me
Babies that depend on me, give out all my energy
Bypassin' my enemies, don’t need no sympathy
Doin' right is king to me but I’ll make to heaven eventually
If I had a dollar for every time I sinned
A house on the hill’s what I’d live in
The road that I’m on and the places I’ve been
Lord I hope Saint Peter’s gonna let me in
If I had a dollar for every time I sinned
A house on the hill’s what I’d live in
The road that I’m on and the places I’ve been
Lord I hope Saint Peter’s gonna let me in
See karma is the person that nobody wants to meet (No)
She’s the sister to the devil that’s dressed up just like a sheep (She is)
She’s waitin' for a chance to come in and kill you slow (Gone)
And leave the scene before you have a chance to even know
Repercussion’s that abducted your innocence, don’t remember it
It’s hard to face the harsh reality 'cause of ignorance
You should’ve paid attention to the signs
You showed your insolence
And now you cryin' on a Sunday mornin' for deliverance
If I had a dollar for every time I sinned
A house on the hill’s what I’d live in
The road that I’m on and the places I’ve been
Lord I hope Saint Peter’s gonna let me in
If I had a dollar for every time I sinned
A house on the hill’s what I’d live in
The road that I’m on and the places I’ve been
Lord I hope Saint Peter’s gonna let me in