Eight o'clock and the phone rings- - my
girl is just getting in. She wants me to come over, but my minds
thinking sin. I know better but I go there, I think I'm stronger
than my sin. Two knocks and she answers then says come on in. We
know better but we go there to that point of no return. Lord I just
don't know what to say, two months later, found out a baby on the
way.
Chorus:
There are consequences, for all the
things that we do. There are consequences Lord, for not obeying
you.
Called up my boy, said let's hangout. I
asked what's happening today. Didn't really like his answer, but
got dressed and went anyway. Walked in the club, I'm feeling good,
can't get no better than this. Had two drinks, next thing it's three,
Lord this just ain't like me. Three A.M. think I can drive, I don't
care how drunk I feel. Woke up to being questioned, last night,
about the family that I killed, behind the wheel.
Chorus:
There are consequences, for all the
things that we do. There are consequences Lord, for not obeying
you.
