Lyrics:
God ain't through with me
Reaping just what I've sowed
But my God's good
So I know He's gonna come through for me
Dirt and grit ain't new to me
Being
having no plan b to swallow up their lives
I cannot fight the good fight
With one hand tied behind a my back
No way to block but you better believe
I'm
in having no plan b to swallow up their lives
I cannot fight the good fight with one fuckin' hand tied behind a my back
No way to block shit but you
ain't gonna lie
That smoking shit don't ease my mind
Makes me more suspicious at times
I be chillin observing these Niggas
Ik some of em be Judas actin
Baby, there ain't no other place in this world
I'd rather be
And I'm gonna stay right here
Till you tell me that you're tired of me
Baby, I feel
wanna see tomorrow now?
Are we gonna touch forever now?
Are we gonna be together now?
I can't wait
Come on in
Before you go and walk on by
Think of your
This will be the last time
Love for you was only used to pass time
Baby if you love me you will pass by
Tell me all the things that trouble your mind
leash (if it pleases you)
Let me off my leash (if it pleases you)
(I'm just gonna let it be) (I wanna be hand in hand with you)
Reaching, stretching
Hey, welcome!
Thanks for stopping by
Just playing a little guitar, peacefully
Just gonna add some drums real quick
If you see a drumstick laying
the time is passing by
You're the angel, angel, angel of mine
(chorus)
And I will always be there
Yes I will always share
The good things in life
to be
I gonna make it, gonna make it through the week 'cause I know
Come Sunday morning, I'll be sitting on the very front row
Saturday evening, an old
down
I know that I'm down but I'm gonna get up
I just need some time
Just need a little streak of good luck
And you know that it's rough when your
just a (fag?)
Just spent a 100 of that brown paper bag money
It feel good to be young money cash money
Rehab I'm addicted to fast money
I got
past fuck what happened before you
Cause their be some honies gonna hate you that never saw you
Come here let my touch on you I let you touch on me
I'm gonna take you places you've never been before
And you'll be so happy that you came
Oh I'm gonna take you there, ooh
That's the way love goes
pocket by selling some bottles
See him here today but tomorrow he could be a goner
That's him everyday cuz he thinks everybody forgot him
When you put it
and born again mean
Trained by the corps to be a killing machine
And if I die for the US of A
Pin a medal on my chest and give me benefit pay
My corps
Your
with me when I go
Old long since gone, now way back when
We lived in Coney Island
There ain't no good thing ever dies
I'm gonna take it with me when I
Where I sit by self and I think I'm gonna die
Suicidal in the brain
Don't think I'll ever be the same
I hate the man who I became
Covered up with all
faith not by sight
Through da blood I've been made right
I trust in the power of His Might
I say no trespassin
Be gone all harassin
He paid for me to be
Dime, dime, so good to see ya
Nine, nine, don't wanna be ya
Dime, dime, so good to see ya
Nine, nine, don't wanna be ya
Crime, crime, fine sensimilla
small talk
And maybe in another life with this I might be fine but
I'm wasting my time over meaningless lines
Said by faces defined by small talk
Smile
to Uber Eats
Shining like a diamond, dripping right down to the feet (Bling)
iSolate myself, your help I’m never gonna need (Nah)
When I’m by myself that’s
bitch I need a good woman
I could call my spouse and have a couple kids with my last name
Enjoying life cuz it goes by fast mayne
Look around there's
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