No More

I got a suitcase full of sin

I ain't looking for no kind of trouble, it just followed me in

And I could use a little help from one of you suckers

'Cause I-I-I-I-I don't know where to begin

Don't know where to begin

I can't take no more

I can't free myself

And Lord, I need your help

I can't free myself

And Lord, I need your help

Because I never, I never, I'll never be bad

I promise not to ever be bad again

No more, no more

They wanna see me at the gates of heaven

Dressed to the nines, also known as little Miss 47

Well, I got free tickets to Heaven I ain't gonna waste

Fine line between freedom and being caught again

No, this shit never ends

I can't take no more

I can't free myself

And Lord, I need your help

I can't free myself

And Lord, I need your help

Because I never, I never, I'll never be bad

I promise not to ever be bad again

No more, no more

Three little girls, hair tied in a bow

Line up 'em, bang, bang, bang in a row

I'll light 'em up

Boy, you better get close

Better the devil, you know?

Three little girls, hair tied in a bow

Line up 'em, bang, bang, bang in a row

I'll light 'em up

Boy, you better get close

I might be better than the devil, you know

No more

I can't free myself

And Lord, I need your help

I can't free myself

And Lord, I need your help

Because I never, I never, I'll never be bad

I promise not to ever be bad again

No more, no more

I got a suitcase full of sin

I ain't looking for no kind of trouble, it just followed me in

And I could use a little help from one of you suckers

'Cause I-I-I-I-I don't know where to begin

Don't know where to begin