Lyrics:
fever
Cabin fever
The captains free-hand is a cleaver
He rations his beard, and he fashions his jerky
And he carves his peg outta the finest
set aside (Sheesh)
Hop in his Uber, let's split a ride (Skrrt)
Look, I know that He beat it
I promise that death is defeated
Ain't no need to hold up
stress to His hands
Keep holdin' on, bear with me (hold on)
There's too much negativity in this world but I pray we'll feed more positivity instead
they're gonna hold your hand
Slide down the banister, go get your coat
Ferry 'cross the Mersey and go for the throat
There's three bums comin' all
the right way
Until we reached a suitable city to dwell in.
So lift your hands and thank God for His marvelous kindness
cnd for all His miracles of mercy for
"Yes, what's the deal, son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the ill street blues
"The friends will make you, then too can
son?"
"Yo, I got bad news"
Yo, by the tone of his voice, I heard the I'll street blues
"The friends will make you, them too can break you
They plan
them
Stay by their side
Lord of all creation holds our life in His hand
The God of all the nations holds our lives in His hands
The rock of our
You say you know the story of the giant that was killed by the little boy
But do you know exactly when and why Goliath fell
In his hand he held
by his hand
So the people gathered, one by one, as shadows began to fall
To worship a new god, save their souls and be ready for the call
Bow down,
a stack in each hand, and hold it like you're fresh
They say, "Man, it's like that?"
Say, "Yes nigga, yes nigga, yes"
Your money and your girls, chilling
a stack in each hand, and hold it like you're fresh
They say, "Man, it's like that?"
Say, "Yes nigga, yes nigga, yes"
Your money and your girls, chilling
black raven flies into the cave, swoops down, grabs Rael`s tube right out of his hands and carries it up into the air in his beak.
Suddenly, black cloud
on the whole human race
He says "I'm somebody"
He's got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart
He says "Don't hurry, baby
Somebody up there
of the slums
With a shot that go, for twisted metal for cash flow
React slow nigga and get, P.L.O
By the lone gunner, who took revenge for his brother
Who got
see
(So all of the world can see all of your plan)
On no the devil ain't got no hold on me
As His great army we stand
(We will all stand by Your side in
the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on
His throne, puts his
Hand down his robe, the torture of inverse and silk screen and Harry,
of robes-sutures Harry and pig meat, the fate of a nation, rests hard on your bosoms, the king on his throne, puts his hand down his robe, the torture of inverse
earth in his hands
He loosens a pebble and hangs there quite silent
Listening to his heart 'til it lands
Listening to his heart moved by his art
Up
you very much
Hand it over (hand it over)
Hand it over (oh)
So now your hopes are all allayed
But you hand it all away
Did his eyelids affix
the call
To fall to floor in those exact words
Too OD to think of him
But now he holds his lack of words
It was all backwards
His addiction not understood
Harvey Fuqua gassed up his car
Believed his sound
And took him down to Motown y'all
That's where it all happened
Success in the palm of his hand
But
the pier side.
He's just walkin on down.
His manager come walkin' on down by the pier side.
He says "uh, hi, Jack"
He says "hi manager"
He says
tracks
He grabbed her by the hair, she broke his jaw it cracked
More cops arrived, they both bloodied down by the five
Wildest niggas just smilin'
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