Lyrics:
me, I'll be waiting
Until the day is done
I won't be persuaded
Kiss your doubts goodbye
Everything seems hollow
When you watch another angel die
star shines
That's just enough to get inside
I will wait until it all goes 'round
With you in sight, the lost are found
Foghorn through the night,
I still believe
I believe to my very core
We'll walk again in the sunshine by the seashore
That we'll dance and we'll sing and be happy again
get what you deserve
When all is said and done
I will be the one
To leave you in the misery and hate what you've become
Intoxicated eyes, no
By the power of the name (ooh)
El Shaddai, El Shaddai (ooh)
Erkamka na Adonai
I will praise You 'til I die (Praise you)
El Shaddai (ooh, ooh)
I don't wanna talk
About things we've gone through
Though it's hurting me
Now it's history
I've played all my cards
And that's what you've done
To the bedroom of my prey unaware
Heads will be hung from the chimney with care
With hopes that the police soon will be here
I'm a killer
Eye Witness News,
knows what lies ahead
I just know I was born to live the life my father lead
The stars will be our compass
Wherever we may roam
And our mates will
It's by far the hardest thing I've ever done,
To be so in love with you and so alone
Follow me where I go, what I do, and who I know
Make it
and condition you.
Took over my city and I never asked permission to.
Started poppin bottles 'cause its ATL tradition to celebrate it by hard
Fuck a nigga so
Lot of flaw and misconceptions what it be (yeah)
I done came back from the dust, wipe off the leaves (yeah)
I don't want none of these sluts from off
And it's probably already down the block!
It'll be here, it'll be here! (I've been waiting all day!)
Have a beaker of beer
But it should have been here
will feel like you livin' through it
That's how my nigga do it
I met Slacks back in like '91 rapping
We went to Millersville to get away from gun
Nosferatu Vampear bit my shit
Cause you niggaz fill me surprised that I got you right here with my shit
So you gotta be thankfull to who?
By the way homie
choice
May it be filled with the pleasure principle
In circumference to my voice
About those other Jennys I reckoned with
Lost them all like a homework
of brew
So it's Mrs goodbar, no thanks to you
Fendi call the fight club
Tell 'em that the match on
Who the fuck I gotta done
Before they catch on?
I
this song
And by all that I have done wrong
I will make it all up to thee
I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch
He said to me, "You must not
you ask me if I want
Peace if you can't grant it?
Niggas fightin' across the whole planet
So it could never be peace
Will there ever be peace, or are
no VenMoin'
Light the J like I be Lin knowin'
The bay I'm ignorin'
Blow the paper like a vent blowin'
Just like some rent blowin
It's Tunechi, yo,
and mine, I'll share
Til y'all show us you care, it's gon' be mayhem out here
Me and these 223's'll freeze the biggest with ease
I'm still a nigga you
I'm Mrs. Nat King Cole
And what a joy it's been
To be asked by Brian McKnight
To remember some of the christmas' with my husband
We were married
life easy for me
It's gonna be easy to get things done
I will relax alone with my loved ones
Loved ones, loved ones visit the building,
Take
sucked late at night by a fuckin' transvestite
Still on probation for stranglin' my boy Jason
Should be taking my medication, it's 9 to 10 I'm facin'
Out for his knot
Rule number 1 pay attention to the shit
Don't be fuckin’ with them little niggas
They ain’t to be fucked with
Kept getting it
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