Lyrics:
Your grace is enough, more than I need
At your word I will believe
I wait for you, draw near again
Let your spirit make me new
And I will fall
couple heart beats I'm the lead singer like Dave and she notice me I might link her tonight
If you gone come for the king come correct
Better make sure you
that I saved
Refuse to lose myself today
My sins remind me every day
I am so much stronger
Servant to hate no longer
Now I see there's so much more
For
[Hook: Unknown Singer]
Live by the gun, die by the forty (x7)
[Killah Priest]
I see demons in the atmosphere
Gats appears out of nowhere
Blood
I'm looking for Topanga
I keep me a slapper yea I'm good with bangers and I beat the rap by staying true I never been a singer
Top floor meetings with
always be
The greatest singer of them all
(Chorus 2)
And every time I hear your voice
I feel the pain
You're emotions flow right through me
Like a hard
these/diabetes cases
I'm 13 reasons why rappers shouldn't make a tape, yeah
Ain't neck to neck
Got yoll hanging by the gallows
Cut off some friends
Cain't be with
nigga stackin' my Benji's up, up, up
They call me a singer, I'm rapping with melodies, nigga, like, na, na, na, na, na
And I'm a bread winner, yeah,
to bait on me, bitch you shorted on me and lost your money
Levels to this, brick by brick, now you can't talk to me
This ain't no metaphor, I get what I
there and try to make this bitch happy
Uh uh fuck that
It's a bad batch bad batch send them back (Make all the bad bitches want to place nice)
It's a bad
I'm addicted then
That body body bout to make me O.D
That body body bout to make me O.D
That body body bout to make me O.D
That body body bout to make
singer, I can belt a solid B
And someone killed me, but who?
You'll have to wait and see
My life is rife with drama that's just fit to be sung
Give me
a lot, show me dividends.
I mean fuck em up, you still make me sick,
Fury man, it means you’re whipped.
Flames around, no mater who you with,
No meter
we do
Tell me your idea
We're gonna make it happen
We're gonna make any future you want
Out of any past you imagine
We are the dream service
black music on my waist
Make me put it to your ear
And get that b-b-b-b bass
Bluka bluka to ya face, closed casket
Mama can't remember shit but last
Guess that makes two, me and you
By the way, my name's Jones
Hey, I know a place, it's not far from here
That's my dented red Chevy out front
You
and blows out
The water every number
1 of any band ever be it me
Or Paul McCartney
I understand that I’m a servant
And with my voice, with my ability
loved one
{Home safely to me}
{bracketed words are sung by Nat in unison with background singers}
(words in parentheses are sung by background
choose I choose I choose
Tryna make some room for you
Room for you, yeah
In pursuit of some happiness, am I thinking bout your will
Cause you made me
Working like a slave to make sure i get paid
Its g squared squared birthday thats why i bought the cake
Drip drip juluka swag by the way
Verse one bukela
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
abuse they heaped upon me made me certain
we were destined to share the stage someday.
Not only are my girls fine singers and dancers,
not only are they
Shrieks of Sheiks as they run
Across the movie screen
A thousand sand dune soldiers led
By an Arabian Queen
And the harem girls move like fancy
not surprised it's been throwing me eyes like this,
Like a sentimental singer and his voice is on my ringer,
And I'll worry about introductions when I
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