Lyrics:
of fruitless trees
Beneath a gibbous light we lose our way tossed about by wild waves
We are following the course of the wayward stars
Asking all the questions
Are you washed by the blood of the Lamb
Are you washed white as snow
You've overcome, are not of this world
A child of God, you're not a child of lies
played to play that
Bullshit over and over and over, and when
I say that bullshit on me, what
I'm saying is: We love Drake
Drake is great he a great artist
do it for the child
I've never been one to stay friends with my exes
You can ask the one that moved out to Texas
Cause Houston, we got a couple
Nona Gaye/Backstreet Boys:
For only love can conquer hate
Christina Aguilera:
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Britney
Nona Gaye/Backstreet Boys:
For only love can conquer hate
Christina Aguilera:
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Britney
Nona Gaye/Backstreet Boys:
For only love can conquer hate
Christina Aguilera:
You know we've got to find a way to bring some lovin' here today
Britney
Nona Gaye/Backstreet Boys:
For only love can conquer hate
Christina Aguilera:
You know we've got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today
Britney
and, when push comes to shove:
Would you turn your shoulder, or would you learn to love?
Ooo, child, things are gonna get easier
Ooo, child, things'll
mommas
(Where's the love)
I think they all distracted by the drama and
Attracted to the trauma, mamma
(Where's the love)
I think they don't understand
at its fate, for all it might be worth
Her woes, my child, her hopes, are to be found
Searching within, can you hear her voice sound?
Hell, she does tell,
These are the days
[Chorus: Trick Daddy + (singer)]
(These are the days)
These are the days (when we parlay)
When we parlayed (just me and my team)
to love yourself
When you yourself must admit you are in the wrong
And deserving of condemnation
Take child porn
Child hurt
Children regardless of such
Who are we fooling?
Hell is hot, fire is proven
To burn for eternity, return of the student
That never learned how to live right just by how to shoot
truth.
Spin me down the long ages: let them sing the song.
See there! a son is born -- and we pronounce him fit to fight.
There are black-heads on his
like I'm a welder
Feel like Super Mario in World 8 gotta rush and go
I gotta wip that'll last for days, ion ride the bus no more
Shordies nowadays are
things are gonna get easier
Ohhh child things are gonna get brighter
Growing up not handed a silver spoon
Just another black brother tryna get through
When my love said to me
Meet me down by the gallow tree
For it's sad news I bring
About this old town and all that it's offering
Some say
and up in the shower
Get your cardio right running like a coward
We the opps like it's Mario vs. Bowser
Nigga stop it you're not finna knock the tower
that women are really the strongest human beings
But why do you make 'em so emotional, and other minor things
I guess it's your way of saying we gotta
more about moderation and modern day shit
Let's learn black love, take it back by the basis
We ain't even gotta fake shit
Beautiful black women, help
Oh child
Where'd you bring your smile?
The summer rays
Are rubbin' up on my skin
'Cause over the ocean
The timing works great
'Cause there's no
When my love said to me
Meet me down by the gallow tree
For it?s sad news I bring
About this old town and all that it?s offering
Some say
the real men get up
I know you're fed up ladies, but keep your head up
Keep ya head up, ooh, child, things are gonna get easier
Keep ya head up, ooh, child
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