Lyrics:
may send the storm and rain but He a whole anchor
And yes my souls favored
He the Living Water and the well that never run dry
He the forgiving Potter
Now I want your imagination, I want you to travel with me
Oh come on, come on, come on
This young man was raised in the hills of Tennessee
When he
to the world (oh)
Yes He has (yes He has)
He brought joy
Let the hills and mountains sing
Echos all glad tidings
Pass not one soul
Yes, everyone on Earth
To a parallel prize
The walks by faith
The sight lines lie
How am I gonna tag along
With one tin ear
And one glass eye?
Well I...
I can't get there
did this on my own (by myself)
From now on Ima make it known
That no one can be like me not even my clone (nah)
I just want a house in the hills (in
the blessed mic christ
Just a man but a spirit nonetheless
Who leaves behind a catalog and finally can come to rest
He's survived by a tribe
that extends
with me everyday. And everyday I'm trying, you know, how I can be less of a mess. 'cause you know, he showed me, Look Lauryn, you know, You're
I'm just a bill,
Yes, I'm only a bill,
And I'm sitting here on Capitol Hill.
Well, it's a long, long journey
To the capital city,
It's a long, long
all can them muscles do?" and he said,
"I can turn a jack I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too."
"Can you swing a hammer, boy?" "Yes sir, I'll
Omame Omame Omame Omame ..... Uri Ya Ke Ye Oyo Yiri Kokroko
(Brethren Give Praise To God For He Is A Mighty King)
Omame Omame Omame Omame ..... Uri Ya Ke
He Is A Mighty King)
Omame Omame Omame Omame ..... Uri Ya Ke Ye Oyo Yiri Kokroko
(Brethren Give Praise To God For He Is A Mighty King)
Omame Omame
Yiri Kokroko
(Brethren Give Praise To God For He Is A Mighty King)
Omame Omame Omame Omame ..... Uri Ya Ke Ye Oyo Yiri Kokroko
(Brethren Give Praise
all can them muscles do?" and he said,
"I can turn a jack I can lay a track I can pick and shovel too."
"Can you swing a hammer, boy?" "Yes sir, I'll
Of pickled pork feet
Just to bring it back because
You know it's a likkle pickle tin
You see mi seh
Haha
Oh yes cunnylingus
Is just a lickle tin
He
Likkle
we've taken are good
We can always look back to the
Hills that he gave us and all that he's
Done and the places brought from
Oh
These are the days
We'll
[Wyclef (Lauryn Hill)]
Yes, Refugee Camp (Yeah, Yeah Refugee Camp uh! Ah!)
Yo, It never stops, what?!
We comin' back! (Murder that boy!)
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
about the goblin, I thought it can't be true,
Believing in these monsters, was something I outgrew.
But it happened in the port hills, he caught me
her she really just one of too many (Yes she is)
I can't be actin' too friendly, I feel all the hate, I'm surrounded by envy (I am)
Lately my shoulders
can all those muscles do
And he said, "I can turn a jack, I can lay a track
I can pick and shovel too"
Can you swing a hammer boy?
Yes sir, I'll do
a Tessie
Fuck a nigga, I'm down with my bestie (fuck)
That's my 'phew, I can never forget him
No weapons formed against me shall prosper (nah)
Fuck
she wan murda he say he wan murda
She say he wan do that thing ye
She say she wan murda
She say he wan do that thing ye
Oh boy I wan murda
So boy can
boy can rule that thing ye
He say he wan murda She say she wan murda
He say he wan do that thing ye She say she wan do that thing ye
He say he wan
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