Lyrics:
on the weekend so I'm getting with the program
No plans
Everything is funny if you treat it like a joke, man
I'm talking 'bout money
I break bread
Dummy, what
Did I
Did I
Did I
Did I
Did I
Did I plant enough seeds?
And Give you everything need
You mean everything to me
I still count on you to love me
Love me
I
up, " Nicki says
Standing up to count the votes
No one moves "All in favor of ‘All Eyes on
You'?" She is persuasive
Making hip-hop work in the pop world
it right boy, aight boy?
Man why you such a hype boy?
Why you always talk about being black?
Skin too white, nigga fuck that
Everything you talk
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib
New York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You
"Hallelujah!"
Got your preacher on speed dial
It still gets me how
You was on top, now you 6' underground
That's kind of senile, this ain't no freestyle
"Hallelujah!"
Got your preacher on speed dial
It still gets me how
You was on top, now you 6' underground
That's kind of senile, this ain't no freestyle
it, I'd like to be God
But I'm only a human, you're practically everything, you'll see me do it
I hide for a bit cause I like to confuse em
Ever since I
lord please count me worthy, can't me worthy
By your grace
Chorus: all I want is to see the lord
All I want is to see the Lord
All I want is to see
nigga finna let you know
I tried rolling with punches, man, but I can't roll for shit
I've been knocked down for the count, so many times I almost quit
In this man's world, so much for Women's Lib
New York New York big city of dreams
But everything in New York ain't always what it seems
You
you gonna do
Sitting on your couch, never follow through
Everything you say is so overdue
So please don't take this personal
But I want a man
I want
The look on your face say it all
So next time you need somethin', you know who not to call
Man, I can barely count on my dawgs to soften my fall
Yet, here
chains had to break
I'm grafted to Christ so this man is a new thing
And that's something no one can take
You'll never stop
My praises and thanks
When I
When you see me popping all these pills know that's what pain do
Woulda gave you everything I just asked you to stay true
Girl you were my everything
really hope you get everything you prayin' for
Even if that thing you prayin' for my downfall
Amen, Hallelujah
I say I'm number one, you say delusional
that you see sunshine (Whattup)
Every second counts and right now it be crunch time (Huh!)
Ridin' 'round in the street, strapped with the heat
You
the man separated with a kid getting back with his wife. Do it for the kid, trust me. Everything in life's a sacrifice. It's hard enough growing up then you
nerves, man word
I'm expectin' some etiquette in your segment kid
I brought you to the 'Stu to show how we do
So all them antics and funny shit you do for
goodnight, cruel world, I'll see you in the mornin'
Huh? I'll see you in the mornin'
This is way too much, I need a moment
No one man should have all that
pride, Play's by my side
Just chillin, along for the ride
Now it's the capital K-i-d, this is my ID
My rhyme history on the m-i-see
Will show I know how
a queen b would be
Cause a good man I am he
And nothing less would I let me and my kids see.
I'm just not use to all the complaining
I'm just use
lives
So stop pushing drug abuse and telling all these lies
These kids idolize you and see you as a god
On the edge of their chairs watching you break
clearer to see
You not a goblin Goodz it's about a dollar
Niggas could beat ya collar
But out here robbin' (Robin) Hoods
You got it good, niggas can't be
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