Lyrics:
paralyzed by you
I'm Paralyzed by you
I'm a, hey, I'm a wanted man
Couple bands in my boots
45 In my hand and
I got trouble on my mind
I'm a wanted man
Couple
pacing Money on my mind I gotta be patient
Never show my whole hand they try to second place me
I know I got a pure soul and I won't let em waste me
I'm
called you by name, you are mine
You love me as I am
I'm wanted by The King of Kings
I'm loved by a Father who knows me
Your love is so wide and so deep
hold my lover’s hand
My brother’s tongue is a gun
And I choose war
I choose war
My brother’s mother prays to the God she was given, She numbs
still be carried in the chariot by stampeding horses
I'm more than a man, I've been died and rose again
Left these holes in my hands, so you know who I am
Every night, before I close my eyes
I say a little prayer that you'll have mercy on me
Please dear God, to live inside the divine
Not like I want
to ear
When he's wrong they'll stand there face to face
She can put him in his place
Side by side hand in hand
She'll talk with daddy's little man
He
It's out of my hands, making all hands meet
Stumble as it's crumbling out of reach
It's in the cards of destiny
Your sanity in tow
Designate
The afternoon has gently passed me by
The evening spreads its sail against the sky
Waiting for tomorrow
It's just another day
God bid yesterday
nights down by the sawmill
We sit and talk, her hand in mine
Country green, do you know what I mean?
She's true and pure like country green
Country
workin' on her glutes, yeah (oh my God)
Ain't by the book, yeah, this how it look, yeah
'Bout a check, yeah, (check) just check the foots, yeah
Pass this
give a fuck whether you love it or not
That's all we got and if you throw it away
You dumb as OJ, off a for-tay
In your Izod, this the rap God
What'chu
take ya by the hand
And lead ya, baby I got ya
Protect you like a mother, protects a child
Now it's up to you, I'ma call you in a little while
Funny to see a ghetto nigga so classy
Enchanted by women who speak nasty
Tip toeing to court, went there for the past week
Leaning on my lawyer pinky
crazy with this planet in my hands
I can tell just by the climate, and I can tell just by the style
I was born and raised on Venus and I may be here
of your ancestors salute you
Having, having been formed by the minds of your ancestors
The gods of your ancestors salute you
Havin' been formed by your
to God she don't wipe her hands with me
I'm a goon to the streets but to my momma I'm still her baby
Raised a street nigga by yourself, you a hell
God walks home through the local park
Meets the devil with a broken heart, he says
"I've been let down by the armies of darkness
Oh my whole
up here
Rising above this life we know
Leaving the streams of sorrow far down below
I feel the touch of God's loving hand
Restoring me in ways I can't
Hand me a cigarette dog!
They got me feelin' crazier than a motherfucker
I got Bad Ass in this motherfucker
Makaveli the Don, representin'
steady addin'
This is just a fraction
Blunt matchin' after matchin'
Matchin' after matchin'
All by myself, ask Michael Phelps
Bean pies and Philadelph'
already said I'm hot
They savor, my fruit's of labor
My flow is sweeter
Than strawberries, oranges, and apricots
God dammit I raised the
Standards
God is dead.
I'm through seeking answers.
I've had it up to my neck.
All my life been stabbed.
in the mother fucking back.
Misled by Belial, way
the world kicks your ass, or gently leads you by the hand
There's just one thing we all understand and that's
Keep on fuckin'
Well, it's God's first
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