Lyrics:
wood with wheel on
With a flyin' bitch some old gangsta shit
Flat screen DVD's smoking stank and shit
Ain't dat shit Sunday bull tank and shit
Top down
home for you and me.
A peaceful place or so it looks from space
A closer look reveals the human race.
Full of hope, full of grace, is the human
Picture a bright blue ball just spinning, spinning free
Dizzy with eternity
Paint it with a skin of sky, brush in some clouds and sea
Call it home
Jesus is alive!
Jesus is alive! Jesus is alive! Jesus is alive!
Rejoice, we have seen the Lord
God has come among us
Praise, we have seen the Lord
God's
must have felt strange to you
Sweet Baby Jesus
Come down to love us
To lie in a manger
So far from home
You could have left us
Helpless and so
khakis I’m locced out
Got naked hoes in a dope house
Put them hoes on a DVD
Show them hoes what this 'pimp bout
I’m pill poppin’ feds is watchin’
I hopped
In so many bourgeois homes Van Gogh's sunflowers radiate from the walls,
Yet he lived in utter misery, condemned by those very same people.
Why is it
to the deck
How did i learn to swim, yet i am such a wreck
If i
Drift away, say my name
Let the foam come
Sit there brave, meditate and don't say non'
If blood
Don't wanna get left
So get right
Cuz Jesus is the only one can save you now
I'm getting up to heaven you gone see my crowns
We only going up
a couple bands you got a n**** at home
Stress, girl let me show you why they call me Mr. Yes
Girl I ain't tryna fight like itchy and scratchy
It be a cold
walking
Readily waging all this extremity as a toxin
Boat you straight through memories down to Davie Jone's locker and
I'm boxer in my mind as I battle
Three by three
Call them by their number
Hold on to faith and never let go
Tell them we want go home
They bring me the riches but me tell the no
Tell
why!
‘Cause every time I'm leaving, it seems deceiving.
Daddy, are you coming home this evening.
My dear child, come on and kiss my face goodbye.
Kiss
Street, come on
Verse 1
Bun B:
You see the sun goin' down and the moon starts to rise
The winds pickin' up and there's lightning in the skies
Everything
Raise a toast
Came this far
I could just cool on the rocks like a brandy
All of this shade
Never was a glass house guy
But I keep stones by cause
really made of
Does it come from up above or the pay stubs
Im not gonna give you up jesus
Im not gonna give you up jesus
Show the world what you really
got to be there by nine.
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie,
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
'Good Morning Smithers-Jones'
'How's
a dick too, make me come fast
I like them modelin' bitches, I love them swallowin' bitches
Where them hoes, there they at, I'm 'bout to follow them
a dick too, make me come fast
I like them modelin' bitches, I love them swallowin' bitches
Where them hoes, there they at, I'm 'bout to follow them
You didn't list where you from, we Madinas
You niggas speak on dough with no conception of what green is
Momma Sheena's how homes get bought,
of the town
Till the cops come and shut us down
I need you
So take me back to where you lay
And take me home where it's okay
Say oh oh oh oh oh
But it's over
N.W.A.'s home
Homes like Ed Jones will cripple your team up
In the home of Dr. Dre, Venus and Serena
Where 14-year-olds pack ninas and drive Beamers
We
and take him to a show. Wait out front then take him home
Head across town to the Mark Hotel. Pick up the model everyone knows
She's heading out
Break free children break free
Break free children break free
By the power of the Lord
That's living in me
Break free children break free
Come out
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