Lyrics:
lights, cameras, action
Our love is like a movie
Written just for you and me
Soundtrack playing the background
You know what you do to me
Our love is
The bible says you were made from our ribs
Not above or below us but rather by our side
And that's exactly where we need you
We view you as an equal
And I'm
image
If faux evangelical representors have demeaned it
Passion of christ not alive
If it's existing, he's sitting by
He'll have to beg for our
image
If faux evangelical representors have demeaned it
Passion of christ not alive
If it's existing, he's sitting by
He'll have to beg for our
forehead
My focus is zoomed in
Red
Red everywhere
I think I kinda like how this looks
I'd admit
It feels a little good for once
To dish out a little bit
said
"Little pig, little pig, let me in"
"Not by the hairs of our chinny chin chin"
So I huffed and I puffed
And I blew that thing down
Next thing I
you must be suicidal
Money won't ease us
Man niggas even hated on Jesus
Living life on the road on the chase for the money
'Cause the hoes won't please
And God said let us make man in our image (Tech)
According to our likeness (N9ne)
Let them have dominion over the fish of the sea
over birds
for participating and the slaughtering
Eating steaks at the same spot they killed Paulie in
Frank White's three in the quarter taping your daughter in
on ya head
Making plays OT
20 Flavors in a week
Names on our flavors so we smoking AOP
Why he ask for favors and I know that he a leech
Connect off
February
Paint your whole block red
You take one of ours
Who needs a hitman my little niggas hired
Get your boss and we can talk I got an empire
Big Skrill
representing from the east to west coast
We G'z boy golds in our mouth pants down low representing that dirty south
I'm by the store rain sleet hail or snow
Oh the day was young
And the bright morning sun
Drove away the cold night
For three little boys who just loved to fight
The wet grass soaked our
our place by His mighty hands
It's the only place to be, the Montana highlands
Gets pretty cold, plenty of snowfall
Winter shining dress, a date for
history
With Kimbo on our side, and Coq between our knees
It's an epic adventure with a positive tune
She's the puppy you want when you shoot for the moon
your life down for me (down for me)
You're my ride or die
Yeah, you're my ride or die (ride or die)
Always standing right by my side
You're my ride
impacted by your need for reassurance
I won't let your insecurities somehow become my burden
And I wish I would've stood for myself with my feelings really
so dim
Our souls are searching,groping
For one with hope,to hold us close
And set goodness in motion
I remember growing up in Dallas
I thought me
Ay-aiyyyy, if only for one
Nah, niiight, niiight, niiight, niiiiiight
Ahh one night, if only for one... niiiiiiiiight"
[Chorus One: Z-Ro] +
the partition of God's religion
Become united by our bars and our common visions,
The "C" of Tranquility, what will it really be?
What does the future hold?
Feigned innocence
Crashing down
Arriving
Meteors crash
In the light of dusk
Spread the dust
As suffering abides by no law
Desperate for intervention
to the grave, I remain number one
This thing of ours, got competition taking red showers
Grieving mothers calling 1-800-Flowers
My repertoire burn your ashes
our place
Forgive my language
For the words that i say
I'm a middle class homie
From the 3rd world state
Rep the street hustle
You can see it in my face
I always knew I was meant to look for you
Many moons have passed by without finding the truth
I've crossed the ocean against every word they say
Now
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