Lil Latter Day Saint
I'm that generation number three
With that bad boy energy
Little Matt, well he's dead to me
I popped out with the last name Overstreet
I'm the youngest of eleven
But I went to church until seventeen
I thought religion would save me
Little Latter Day Saint
Ain't no liquor I could taste
Not a cig to save the day
Took my thoughts off leash
Started fuckin on Alisha
Broke a condom in the kitchen
Had to go and get plan B
Whipping in the minivan
Had to duck the family
Fuckin in the back seat
Ain't no fuckin back seat
God just might want to strike me
Lookin for the right time
I say fuck the right time
Midnight streaking with a dime
Man I really wish I could give my past self the vision
He would be a better I
Started living over time
Fuckin tired of religion
Excommunicated I
Told them take me off the list
I'm fuckin sick of all the lies
Let my dead name die
That was such a different kid
Probably wouldn't recognize if I went ten years back
Probably wouldn't understand
Probably think I'm doin bad
Bet I fucked up if I never took a trip inside my head
Who's the woman in my bed?
Why we sleeping in different beds?
If I saw me in the future
Would I believe it back then?
Would I do it all again?
I don't know where to even begin or what the fuck I would've said
As if I could go back
I don't really give a shit about a pipe dream
I don't pay for no pussy
She get this dick for free
I look up to the queen
Smile and say cheese
Then I go back to sucker punching the beef
I can be a dick or an ass, it seems
So a dick butt ass tat seemed kind of fitting
We still laugh about that like we're thirteen but like
Honestly dude, it's such a fuckin dank meme
I didn't drink, smoke, or fuck until twenty
And you wonder why the fuck I'm so goddamn horny
Illuminati in the sheets we fuckin like infinity
Tryin to make your pillow scream so call me
I'm that generation number three
With that bad boy energy
Little Matt, well he's dead to me
Popped out with the last name Overstreet
I'm the youngest of eleven
But I went to church until seventeen
I thought religion would save me
Little Latter Day Saint
Ain't no liquor I could taste
Not a cig to save the day
Took my thoughts off leash
Started fuckin on Alisha
Broke a condom in the kitchen
Had to go and get plan B
God just might want to start fuckin on Alisha
God just might want to fuck in the back seat
Ain't no fuckin back seat
Would I do it all again?
I don't know where to even begin
Or what the fuck I would have said
As if I could go back
With that bad boy energy
Little Matt, well he's dead to me
I popped out with the last name Overstreet
I'm the youngest of eleven
But I went to church until seventeen
I thought religion would save me
Little Latter Day Saint
Ain't no liquor I could taste
Not a cig to save the day
Took my thoughts off leash
Started fuckin on Alisha
Broke a condom in the kitchen
Had to go and get plan B
Whipping in the minivan
Had to duck the family
Fuckin in the back seat
Ain't no fuckin back seat
God just might want to strike me
Lookin for the right time
I say fuck the right time
Midnight streaking with a dime
Man I really wish I could give my past self the vision
He would be a better I
Started living over time
Fuckin tired of religion
Excommunicated I
Told them take me off the list
I'm fuckin sick of all the lies
Let my dead name die
That was such a different kid
Probably wouldn't recognize if I went ten years back
Probably wouldn't understand
Probably think I'm doin bad
Bet I fucked up if I never took a trip inside my head
Who's the woman in my bed?
Why we sleeping in different beds?
If I saw me in the future
Would I believe it back then?
Would I do it all again?
I don't know where to even begin or what the fuck I would've said
As if I could go back
I don't really give a shit about a pipe dream
I don't pay for no pussy
She get this dick for free
I look up to the queen
Smile and say cheese
Then I go back to sucker punching the beef
I can be a dick or an ass, it seems
So a dick butt ass tat seemed kind of fitting
We still laugh about that like we're thirteen but like
Honestly dude, it's such a fuckin dank meme
I didn't drink, smoke, or fuck until twenty
And you wonder why the fuck I'm so goddamn horny
Illuminati in the sheets we fuckin like infinity
Tryin to make your pillow scream so call me
I'm that generation number three
With that bad boy energy
Little Matt, well he's dead to me
Popped out with the last name Overstreet
I'm the youngest of eleven
But I went to church until seventeen
I thought religion would save me
Little Latter Day Saint
Ain't no liquor I could taste
Not a cig to save the day
Took my thoughts off leash
Started fuckin on Alisha
Broke a condom in the kitchen
Had to go and get plan B
God just might want to start fuckin on Alisha
God just might want to fuck in the back seat
Ain't no fuckin back seat
Would I do it all again?
I don't know where to even begin
Or what the fuck I would have said
As if I could go back
Credits
Writer(s): Wallace Overstreet
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