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past all the
Noise and all the hate, Martin Brodeur
Such pollution produced by all these lames, talking over
One another one aiming at another duck under

side

I don't deserve your love if I can't wait for a sign of God
I feel it into my veins
One day we'll admit to be part of everything
And go

those times
I remember………
repeat chorus:
You can get high on a first kiss
You can get by with sweet tea and God's graces
You can love like a sinner

came and switched up my flow
Now I'm alive, his grace is like a melody, changing my tune
No longer defined by the things I once pursued, Jesus switched

never double back to rattle you
Hate to see you leave but I love to see the back of you
I take you out to eat then after that I make a snack of you
I

Always thinking about my winnging
Don't Worry about my earning 
Ima get it how I get it 
All the days I had nothing 
You wasn't there so why you frunting

you neighbor
Thank God I don't look like what I have been through nanka by this time mi y3 nto ma go
Shout out to all the people that turned my broad

Yeah

I hate it when you're here
But you're not here
Hate it when your friends turn to old peers
Hate it when you talk but you don't hear
Hate it

belter
And I fucking love the acoustic
So fuck off with the drilly shite
And put that blade down kid, if you're not gonna use it

Top tier shit,

And So

Boot Camp Clik

The Chosen Few

2002

guys
And so you ask about the god DO
I'm top notch holdin my spot gun by my crotch
You think not I'm respected and feared around here
And so I must

pain no gain
Work so hard you gonna get paid
I ain't get time for your fucken play
When you see me  making hard you just wanna hate
You  just wanna see

your colors
I never loved white
You taught me to love you
Now I'm devoid of those colors
Separated by stitching
Everything is black and white

Everything

about you hit 'em with a bar?

'Bout time, you've been spittin' for a minute and a half
Gotta stretch my legs, I'm just sittin' on the charts
People

my opps, it's time of the day, smoking my packs, cross out the gang
I hate getting up every morning but I brush my teeth and I grab my gun
Cuz it's

Say I'm offensive, Never apologize
Ghost Ridin see it in my eyes
I hate demons they tell lies
These are the secret pieces of my life 
You can call me 3

because you didn't look like all the others

It breaks my heart to think about Wish she could see me now

Cause I look Pretty Different
Yeah I look pretty

Jesus lives the win already froze
Lavon Bibb
All Aboard
I just hope you feel Jesus in the room
Cause at the end of the day, that's what it's all about you

a marathon
Give me three days, three days alone, yeah

We can love about it later, if you want
It's all we ever really do when something's wrong
'Cause

'm not yo average crook
Wave your hand if you're overwhelmed by stress
Wave your hand if you know your second best
I had hope one day, hope one day that

looking, eyes open
Not blinking
Keep thinking ’til I’m spoken, word
Out my mouth hole
You know what I’m about? No
If I asked you the question, I asked
You no

gone
I ain't trying to fight no more
Can we even out the score
Cause I feel like I've been struck by lightning since you been gone
It's been two days

'm talking about Thursday.
I'm talking about Friday.
I'm talking about Saturday.
The brighter day is double
Dream higher !Dream higher !Dream higher !
If you

then headed towards the snow
I'll let you know the subtle subtleties that lead him up to here
This born again criminal conquering his fear
The night

and all of a sudden, be Andrew Tate, I'm gonna be great, cause you know what, I
Know I got the grace, I'm a float, and I know that my hope is so dope,