Lyrics:
Really fly I stay, I'm getting really fried I'm baked
Diamonds white I'm slate, I keep that BB by my waist
VV's shine all day, we throw the weed
I've been keeping some things in
Shouldn't say what I'm thinking
Yeah I've been trying real hard
To hide my cards, keep up a guard
I won't cross
takes them away
How will
I recover
I abide by the laws
How will
I recover
Stripped of my identity
and my day job
I'm
Hanging by a thread
(Hanging by
CHORUS (INTRO)
You ain't a killa (pause), Ya getting
Swooped by the hawk, you a tiny chinchilla.............
You ain't gorilla (pause) Ya getting
I am covered by the blood
My sins cannot be seen
When I stand before my God
It’s the blood that covers me
I am no longer lost
And bound for endless
redeemed by you
I love you through and through
And I need you to justify me more than you need to be given anything I would be tormented to think I'm
Back it up and throw it yea
Back it up and ride yea
Back it up and throw it yea
Back it up and ride yea
I need closer by my side
I need you closer so I
nigga don't cross P
Four - balance my hatred and love more
E - tryin' to stay alive I only live once
Six - never let fear control me dunn
G - make
Well there's a cross on the hill where the ragweed has grown
Where a mother's young son sleeps all alone
All for the land that he dreamed he could
ocean wide
I could cross the burning desert
If I had you by my side
I could be a king, dear, uncrowned
Humble or poor, rich or renowned
There is
ocean wide
I could cross the burning desert
If I had you by my side
I could be a king, dear, uncrowned
Humble or poor, rich or renowned
There is
ocean wide
I could cross the burning desert
If I had you by my side
I could be a king, dear, uncrowned
Humble or poor, rich or renowned
There is
lose its power
Your blood will never lose
Your victory will stand forever
Your blood will never lose
This was won upon the cross
This was written
Baby, nothing comes for free
They say I'm a control freak
Driven by a greed to succeed
Nobody can stop me
'Cause it's my problem if I wanna pack up
Words and music by Bob Hartman and John Elefante
Based on John 15:18, Philippians 1:28, Romans 8:37
Look at the front page, turn on the tv
They fire
of soldiers in the moonlight
Casting shadows, twirling dancers
'cross their bodies, 'cross the water
'cross the universe
Lift me up, by my hand
Lift me
build them up
And I'll smash them down
My rage these days. Be warned, my rage
Don't cross me now. Be warned
Ballistic battering ram
And I don't
Intrigued by the speed of a 911 Porsche? "But of course"
Still screaming Behold a Pale Horse
Watch my flame turn green like a Promethean torch
Pay no child
feeling so
Unholy
Oh, I was created by man, you know I'm
Unholy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am the incubus,
I lay the egg in you
The worm that
feeling so
Unholy
Oh, I was created by man, you know I'm
Unholy
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I am the incubus,
I lay the egg in you
The worm that
ready for that (Statik)
Detroit vs. Everybody
Uh, I took a bite out the rotten apple by the poison tree
All these females need to email to make noise
anywhere but here
On the edge of sleep, I was drifting for half the night
Anxious and restless, pressed down by the darkness
Bound up and wound up so
got a mind that wanders and a '57 Chevrolet
Hold on tight, I got a license to fly
With the pedal to the metal watch me roll on by
While I boogie
the mountain, it is done. Watch them at the cross roads as they come.
Blinded by another winter's sun. Children of the morning, you have won.
(Repeat first
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