Lyrics:
Crowns
And Worship You
Daily As I Live
Often As I Breathe
Let My Whole Life
Be Expressions Of Your Grace
Daily As I Live
Often As I Breathe
found you in pain
Broken man
Waiting to be fixed by me
Waiting for my healing
Are you my dream man?
Your hair, long to make me touch it
Those eyes,
, another day of workin
My boss is on my back and I'm about to go berserkin
Catch a fit money grip 'cause pumpin gas is a bitch way
Niggas be ridin by my job
here's my life
I wanna be tried by fire
Purified
You take whatever You desire
Lord, here's my life
If Your glory wants to come in
Let it fall, we
[INTERLUDE]:
Because a sighting shows what's inside
I can feel it
[VERSE III]:
I'm so glad to hear you still awake, Take the duct tape off
So I can write
atrocious. But his madness, this meaninglessness - how "serious" it has become all of a sudden! - might that indeed be "meaningful"? My life has only a meaning
the truth
I done lived a lifetime inside of my youth
I pull back the curtain, I cut, but run it, let's go, take two
Action
And it get dark here in this booth
and a life within rhythm
Rhythm is life and life is driven by rhythm
My attention during moments of invention can be snared by the snare drum
And a quick
only left over scraps, by hungry niggas wit large hustle
So many reps with the bars I call my American car, muscle
I still get thru it when the road is
found)
I'm up (I'm up), I'm down, (I'm down) but somehow I survive
It's got to be the New York City rhythm in my life
Oh, it's got to be the New York City
going out tonight
This is that shit that be sounding right
It's summer time
I just want to chill by the beach
Roll and L and think about my life
And I'll
twenty-one
(You're all welcome here)
I can be your sugar daddy
And you can be my babylove
This is gonna be the sweetest experience of your life
It's
Mrs. Winter
And let dinner be served
Can I get it on a platter, shatter your bladder
And put so much light in yo' life, I'll make the roaches
past tense
Can you imagine where we would be without rapping
Life isn't as beautiful if it doesn't have blackness
Preach
Yo, H-I-S-T-O-R-Y, that's me
You
thoughts embarrassing
Paralyzing fear of mortality
I challenge it by livin on razor edge of my sanity
Introverted and anti
No one extended hand to me
All
your candidate who gets head under the desk
If that's what you get you can bet I want to be the next prez
I deserve the best and if you think my lyrics
say - oh
Hope he feel as strong as my pohah do
With you by my side its like I'm drunk off booze
If you be my man only my man I wouldn't mind
a good life
The groove is rocking nothing feels as good as a good Good life
Wanna get that good life feeling let me tell you
No one can take it away
Good
ain't the 2
Everytime i step up to the mic I'm finna speak the truth
Man it's fuck the other side
I'm gone be rocking with my guys and that's for life
seeing visions in my room[02:51.09]Stuck stuck stuck[02:51.79]In a interlude[02:53.10]Looking for my muse[02:54.32]And I think it's
Praise the beast to a certain extent
I don’t wanna be gothic
I don’t wanna idolize him
Nor do I wanna live in a tent
[Part 3]
[Verse 1]
I can owe my life
'cause I don't want to go in
It's going on-and-n-on-and-n-on- again!
Yo, call my lawyer
They ran up on me son, ain't nothin' for ya
Two shots, my
been seein' things, man, I could use the choir and a church
Life is such a bitch, but I didn't die, so we makin' work
It's the same chick that got my
motherfucker
That chopper like a psychic
It be getting my palms read you caught that?
That chopper like a psychic
It be getting my palms red
I send that nigga
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