Lyrics:
We were barreling down old 17
When a man with a blinking red light
Was on our tail
He said you were doing 60 in a 45
But I'm gonna let you go this
at the bottom selfish and grasping for all
They'll stay by a man when he's winning and laugh in his face when he falls
My pal was an honest young puncher honest
he want is the heart so I had 2 give
Gotta lead by example 2 show the way
and remember in His name when you go 2 pray
Never ever let your love just
Now I'mma true believing
Christian man Wichita native
And my mind is sedated
Off of scriptural cadence
Made it no faking the patience
Waiting for
luck
Get it and get it good, now
Yes, I know
I have so much trouble
The women that I'm lovin' is followed me all around
I can tell by her action, she
[Intro]
Yeah I be actin' crazy, rappin' nasty
But don't get me wrong, I got sense
I'ma thank God on this song man
This song is dedicated to all
paradise in the sky
Will I survive all the fights and the darkness?
Trouble sparks, they tell me home is where the heart is, dear departed
I shed tattooed
Am I the kind of man
That lives by his heart
Who believes in God almighty
Not fearin' the devil or the dark
Always there when you need me to be
Hold
back by the railroad track
When I heard the preacher sayin'
"Betty La Rue, you know, the trouble with you
Is you never spent enough time prayin'"
complicated like a puzzle
Puzzle pieces and money double
?? really in trouble
I'ma hit the spot and snatch all the knots and pots
Then get ghost by the most
of the
Things you were hoping to address by
Going away, and then you get back
And do this sort of thing
Is your relationship to this
Stuff at all different?
What
I'll just keep telling them,
How selling them a brand is a band complication,
A man in a room with a survey for the station,
Trying to get it on air
Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
Some people say a man is made out of mud
A poor man's made out of muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man´s made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that´s a-weak
Some people say a man is made outta mud
A poor man's made outta muscle and blood
Muscle and blood and skin and bones
A mind that's a-weak
Well I went for a walk down by the water Just to bury my troubles in the sand
Then I wandered up into this seaside bar, And sat down next to this old
bubble
But just know that what you are dealing with is nothing but some trouble girl
You want to give me
Everything that you have
But you are not the one
be damn if can you duck
And I keep props stack like jackpot got stacks of cash
Nothing small for the man who wins it all
Cause life is like luck if
And you try to hide until the repo man come and shake up dem pockets
I'm talkin to you cause your rent is due and you ain't tryna drop it
Til the lights
this so-called gas, man, I don't get it
This shit is comin' to an end, a nigga just wanna fix it
My music is inspirational, just come and take a listen
to bring
Forget your troubles for now let's sing
It's R-E-B-I-R-T-H
Humble beginnings yeah they said they won't believe us
Now we got the man chopping locks
to lead.
In this world being a leader is trouble for the system we are all accustomed to.
Being a leader in this day and age is being a threat.
Not many
to lead.
In this world being a leader is trouble for the system we are all accustomed to.
Being a leader in this day and age is being a threat.
Not many
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