Lyrics:
that sparrows might fall
But He still cares for it all
And I know He cares for me too
He gives me trumpets for walls
And He gives me words of the calls
Are you sure . . .
Are you from strabourg or was
He's a russian spy, he's a russian I think.
I think so.
Get him.
Hands up!
Oh god.
What's goin on?
You
mine is ours
When everything is blue
I don't want to share
But I always share
You think I don't care
But I'm so aware
When you are trying to compare
With
cares what they say
They say, they say, yeah
Still they can't' focus on them they be talkin' 'bout me
Talkin' 'bout what I wear, talkin' 'bout where
care because he flipped a package
If I never forgave my mother for being young and passive
If I never just sat and watched as my father hit and slapped
left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand
A very bog God o o (O o o o o o)
I have a very big God (He's taking good care of me)
He's always by my side
A very big God o o (Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah)
Baba
think it's time to do what's best for you
As I said time flies
Now, he's living the life that he would often visualize, to his surprise
Riches, women, all
will reveal
I think by myself and I drink by myself
From 9-8 until let me know its real, son
If it's really real
Understandable, self explainable
Hey (Hey, what the fuck?)
Hey (Bruh, you gay for real, bruh, get the fuck)
Hey, headshot (I got on pink again, nigga)
Hello, hello (And I still
at night
There's some other girl by his side
And I wanna let let you know that he really ought to go
And you should believe in me
'Cos I care baby can't
I heard your ex was an alcoholic, hurt your feelings and didn't do right by you
Now though I'm puzzled by how that could possibly be true, I must say
Sucks for you cuz I'm still on ya neck
This not a hickey bitch
Don't hit me with that iffy
Just start licking me like envelope
Still don't write
and cause some drama
He run home crying, then bolted back with so much anger
I said the last insult
Now why would I go say that
I'm only 8 I didn't think this
whole life is painted red
Cause its covered by His blood
The bread of life He keeps me fed
I know y'all need this kind of music, y'all been waiting for
I spent so many bands with you, think my days startin' to call
I can't lie, I'm surprised you're still here, I'll give you your props
Your tellin' me
a cop or two
'Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
The penitentiary don't stop a nigga 'cause he's in jail
Hell I'm makin' more money
a cop or two
'Cause me and the crew could still get our rocks off
The penitentiary don't stop a nigga 'cause he's in jail
Hell I'm makin' more money
don’t mean I’m angry
I’m just, tired of all the stress
But blessed somebody made me
My Muva, my Fava
I think about them on the daily
And still never call
no grip, if i tell who? he'll put you in a spliff, basic clothes and i still got drip, basic nigga and i'll still take your bitch, all ya lil niggas
I don't wanna do it, I don't want to show him he messed up
He was supposed to love and care for my mom and protect her
All he did was neglect her
Now
Threw my name in the dirt took some time to unravel you think you Kyrie
Got no handle Brooklyn all he do is travel blood sweat and tears
All I know get me
after him and chases but
Every time, he disappears cars pass him by
And passengers just sit and stare
Talking to himself in a cruel
World that didn't care
album was real, but I called it a joke
Can't say how I feel, cuz they think it's a joke
He's TT, he can't feel a thing!
I pour out my heart every time
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