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För Sent För Edelweiss (Håkan Hellström) · Live För Dig (Lars Winnerbäck) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Känn Ingen Sorg för Mig Göteborg (Håkan Hellström) · Jag Är Inte Rädd För Mörkret (Kent) · Ett Slag För Dig (Tomas Andersson Wij) · Connie Smith/Miss Smith Goes to Nashville (Connie Smith) · Connie Smith/Miss Smith Goes to Nashville (Connie Smith) · Michael W. Smith Project (Michael W. Smith) · Michael W. Smith 2 (Michael W. Smith) – and 90 other albums »


AGNES DEI Lyrics & Music by Michael W. Smith
WORTHY Lyrics & Music by Don Moen

From the recording: Offerings, Track #4.

Alleluia, Alleluia
For our
a fiend for the way you {w-work the bitch}
Uhh - cause a pimp like me just wanna work that bitch hard
What - when you walkin the red carpet or the runway
I
(John W. Wiggins/Anthony Smith/Michael Garvin)

The season for the rodeo is over
And he's usually back home this time of year
But I haven't heard
it for me 'cause I'm a fiend
For the way you w-w-work the bitch
'Cause a pimp like me just wanna work that bitch hard, what?

When you walkin' the red
you 

who I am, strapped with E-Double my man 

Back in Business once again, plus we backed by Def Jam 



This is the funk (huh) comin out
Words & music:gary chapman, amy grant, and michael w. smith

Sad goodbye
Never quite got said
Now the time is gone
We're movin' on
Even though it
(Brent Bourgeois/Michael W.Smith)
Here I go,restless heart
Another lovely misadventure in the dark
All my friends who knew me when
Tell me not
GETHSEMANE
WRITERS B.L. SMITH, W.B. WALDROP

Toll no bell for me Father
But let this cup of suffering pass from me
Send me no shepherd to heal my
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
above
His name is Michael
The sun shines so bright
'Cause this love is so right
It comes from Michael

Well that's just great Steph'
But you know
and the syndrome
Michael's also a splendid photographer
But don't be fooled by this... should I say "normality"
When you least expect it the most bizarre things
Carsmile Smith he`s the Old One 
Dontcha you know that he`s the Good One 
Dontcha, dontcha 
Bessy stood by the side of the grave 
Like a woman
ups and downs
Like brothers often do
But I was there for him
He was always there for me
And we were there for you

How can I put into words
What
The Shocker right after the Grammies
And Will Smith and Jada ass down in Miami
Run up on Timberland and Missy w/the pound
Like you gimme the cash and you put
fag-bashed with a two-by-four.
Jimmy: One of us has been living with AIDS for ten years.
Michael: And he's TIRED of it!
Music: Michael B. & di Lorenzo
Lyrics: Michael B., di Lorenzo & Pete Smith

Verse 1
You're part of some heaven, but you're feeling like hell.
Your future, your future I would tell to you
Your future you often have asked me
Your true love will die by your own right hand
And crazy man Michael
"Your future, your future, I would tell to you.
Your future, you often have asked me.
Your true love will die by your own right hand.
And Crazy Man
ups and downs
Like brothers often do
But I was there for him
He was always there for me
And we were there for you

How can I put into words
What
you're looking for the real thing
He can show you where it went

There's a young faith healer, he's a woman stealer
He will cure by his command
When
ups and downs
Like brothers often do
But I was there for him
He was always there for me
And we were there for you

How can I put into words
What
Carsmile Smith, he's the old one
 Don't you know, that he's a good one?
 don't cha, don't chat?
 (2 X)
 Bessie stood by the side of the grave
their Remington 
I say the youth of Brixton 
They put down their 45 Smith 
and Wesson pistol pistol 

Stop and listen 
They want you to fight
them guys up but I put 'em to sleep

I'm the B.O.W, who? W, oh
W and these cats know how it go
Since thirteen, I been known for bumpin' out that