Lyrics:
to rattle when I prayed
And I said God I need your help with this
God I know u got me so theres no way ima fail at this.
Your word told me I should make
for the savages, way before he had his street ties
He was always labeled cool, he was always good in school
But he mastered bein' devious, didn't like
stay high, eyes stay low, lungs polluted
Why is it that he got his heart broken by a groupie
That nigga been too naive, gotta watch the way he moving
I'm
when the ghosts arrived brazen and bold
Spawn of their father that serpent of old
Sired and raised by the lies that he told
And our first parents took
with you
The Casanova legend must have been true"
I said, "By the way, baby, what's your name?"
Said, "I go by name of Lois Lane
And you could be my
Count your Blessings name them one by one
Count your Blessings and see what God has done
He took you out of darkness and came in the light
cnd you
She said he's intrusive borderline abusive
And it isn't new shit
Been from the very first day with the way
He's always on her case it's more than
Mandela played he's part and made a way to freedom equality
I mean that shit is great
Elevate, Meditate, Renovate
I always meditate 'cause it makes a way
I
questions asked, it's always one hell of a homecoming
He turned his word into lamp, put that on my feet
Never leaves me halfway
He leads me all the way
Yo!
as quiet as could be
He cut him down like a big
Oak tree when he said
It's been many years since we had to part
And I guess I learned his ways by heart
I
firm in the city
It was there where she met that kid
Started out just lunch, and turned into after work at the crib
She was impressed by the way he lived
is a mess, will you take me as I am
Will you take me as I am
I know the way I'm living is wrong
But I can't change on my own, trying to make it
knows.
He was always cold, but the land of gold seemed to hold him like a spell;
Though he'd often say in his homely way that he'd "sooner live in hell".
too early
I kiss you
I make you a coffee, because it wasn't too early
You get up with me
And then I drive all the way to Frankston
I take the nice
the way (By the way)
Steady creepin’ think I'm sleepin’ but I'm always wide awake
I'm like hey (I'm like hey) by the way (By the way)
I been hearing things
with one another
You know
Trying to make this as genuine as possible
Because someone forgot to record the first time
But, look at him. There he is right
got me fucked up
And by the way, his name was Terrence but they called him Ced
Dark skin, he wore a mean mug with some long dreads
Six-two, he good
He's a man just the same
Oh why he show it
Why don't he know it
That his words will always
Show 'em the way
The boy hangs out the boy hangs
daddy's on his way
To begin his lecture on the puppet souls
He sees them after school on a Sunday
Four-squared eyes hooked
To silver-screens every Friday
to be
He doesn't have to say a word, because I always feel his love
I can feel it in his kiss and the way he hugs
It's all the things you do
That makes
all the time
He like the way I ride
It feels so good inside (feel so good inside)
he put the petal to the medal I cosign
yeah I'm his ride or die
his
Man this coffee's having me have bowel movements...
On the mic. I've never felt this way in my life, Not Once
Not Once, I've never felt this way in
that he met up in dance
Betty getting mad cause Eddie wanna share
But look at how you living for a minute then compare
I love confetti, I always stay
Randy brings a symbol when a gun would do the job
He's always checkin' numbers while his family's being robbed
Randy comes from south of where
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