Lyrics:
feel cra-zy
(One, two, three, four)
I see bloods and crips runnin' up the hill
Lookin' for a better way
My brothers and sisters it's time
drive by
Fresh from the chi, that dude comin’ up am I
And you know that I go hard, tryna navigate these skies
I’ma stay on my game man, fuck the hall
After all this life is over and
Our burdens have been lifted
And we stand upon the mountain up so tall
Looking over in that city that
The Savior is
turn my pain into some very tastful things
Let my weeping be a song that my spirit will surely sing
To get lifted up all I gotta do is bow to the King
A pastor's sermon expressed souls are not our own
Got me searchin' through text like scrollin' on my phone
Why must I go and pray cause Christ had been the way
are my refuge Lord
Into your hands I will entrust my spirit
Deliver me faithful God
Be my rock and refuge
A strong fortress to save me
You're my rock
don't gotta do this alone
I know everyone's searching for that one special place
Where their problems are lifted the one they call home
So I'm building my
by
Getting hard to be strong
Gotta look around and think
Where the heck
Things done went wrong
But I’m still breathing
Exceeding
Doing my best to grow
this auroral vista... From my mind is lifted an
obscuring veil, a veil induced by sorcerous arts, and I realize I have been
merely a vassal
better luck getting up on Sunday
So take my advice and sleep in
Or get ate by the guys that we bring
Like a date with your wife is a deep thing
So the hate
I'm drinking 22's of brew, till I'm tipsy
And I ain't going out throwing
Up my middle finger, miss me?
Tryna get my hands on the cash
How long will it
ignore
You said give me your hand
Lifted me up helped me to stand
Gave me your keys said trade me for that
Couldn't believe it but man I was glad
Nobody
bullied by depression
But my soul got lifted by The person orchestrating all the solar system
Walk the earth with no sinful symptoms
Rolling Stones, most
swear to God
Word to my fam Third Eye my Goonies no don't go fuck my squad
We quick with the hands never pass me no scoobys I only stay smoking on strong
God knows it's been so long
Since I could say I'm feeling strong
Look, I'm an activist for my own actions
Do what the hell y'all want
We are not
me
All my happiness and energy
Stuck up in the clouds and lifted up
Imma let it go let it be let it be let it be
Who are you
Sampa T.E.M.B.O
F.R
(5) Only strong will survive
(4) Cause we live by the sword
(3) Plus sixty degrees
(2) For the black and the blue
(1) For the sun.. step into
the rich
Five, only strong will survive
Four, 'cause we live by the sword
Three, plus sixty degrees
Two, for the black and the blue
One, for the sun,
Stand up my friend.
Be strong now, be firm
It was said by the wise Jamaican
Get up, stand up
Are you weary with your life's routine?
There are still
on you
My hand is on you
You'll be used by ME to bring forth deliverance,
I call you
I see you great and honorable
You are mighty
Men are living dying
My
been dead coulda been gone but I'm still here
But the joy in the Lord is what made me strong that's why i still live
So i keep my head up high
And I'm
freedom gotta take the chance
In my world, it's here that life is strong, and no one ever tries tells you that your dreams are wrong
In my world, life's
I woke up in the morning
With a mind that's always storming
I did not heed the warnings
And now my thoughts are forming
I took my pills with
drive-by of thoughts
No extensions, all attempts are to fail
Blinded by the light, it's time you learn braille
From a lunatic, I'm death like arsenic
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