Lyrics:
the praise, because you know my soul is safe
I ain't here to play no games. I'm only here to turn up for the King
cause He's the one who held my back ever
a hater see you later it ain’t hard just let go
I praise my Savior for this paper what we on now 'leggo
I’m already everything I want to be
I ain’t got
the day I die.
Sending my praises.
I send it up to the one most high.
Sending my praises.
I give thanks till the day I die.
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The eyes of fear want you to put bigger locks on your doors
Buy guns
Close yourself off
The eyes of love instead see all of us as one"
And I feel the weight
on over to me
Want a piece of
Whatever your giving
I want I need for
You to have those
Words of peace
Happy we seeds
Is this enough
By this I mean me
I'm I
just faking the polish
I'll acknowledge that God is my only one option
And my Holy, most Awesome one option
My soul thirsts for You
Not these desert
rubber, break you off somethin proper
Love it or not, I'm the man of the hour, yeah
[singers]
Just when you thought my shine was burnin out
Them cats were
(ooh)
And you know I put the mags on that (ooh)
.45 MAC with the flash on that
Who want it, yeah, yeah, yeah (ayy)
Everybody sing along
Now I
down for too long, put the pain into my songs
Yeah, you're in the dark... But I was raised by it
Couldn't tell you how many nights that I spent crying
I
to allow
You're my singer
Lemme be your song
No matter what you want to do
Let me pick along
I just want to sing along
Country ladies
Take us by the hand
(ooh)
And you know I put the mags on that (ooh)
.45 MAC with the flash on that
Who want it, yeah, yeah, yeah (ayy)
Everybody sing along
Now I
said
I wish I had a biscuit, I just can't eat without bread
Uh, would you pass the biscuits
Uh, excuse me, would you please pass the biscuits
All I want
of the Looms
Now I'm tryna figure out, is you from Grape Street, Crip?
Or just another fruit in this room?
It's crucial, you choose, I'm sure you don't want me
And puts her hands in her back pockets, Bette Davis-style
And in comes Romeo, he's moaning, "You belong to me, I believe"
And someone says, "My friend, you
and singer, and you just a chitter,
Surrounded by mongrels, your scums and wife beaters.
So stay on a line, couse I really gone teach you,
I’ll get in your mind
swinger
The P to the are, not an R&B singer
The are to the you-N-D-MC'n
The fly human beings, tonight I hold the key and
Flowin' with the funk track,
an R&B singer
The are to the you-N-D-MC'n
The fly human beings, tonight I hold the key and
Flowin' with the funk track, here to soul brother black
Pick
cloth
There's no one that can match me
My style is impetuous, my defense is impregnable, and I'm just ferocious
I want your heart, I want to eat his
wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
If you wanna go to the bar, drinks on us
Bet you never see my niggas pull up to the spot
I just signed so many
not change me
I’m still the same old me
Nappy head from sixteenth street
If I want it I got it
Long way from the bottom
All praise to the most high
believing your Word is true
Until you come through, I'm giving praise waiting for better days
I know weeping endureth just for a night
But my spirit feels
So you want to know why
Praise the Lord everyday, that's how I get high
I, uh, just get by
Can't do me nothin' 'cause God is on my side
All
see)... what will be?
A hate... that goes by the name of concern
Feel touched... stand and just watch the thing die
So mercy is money, I saw it on t.v. ...
You are
Where You are
I just want to be where You are
Your love, like nothing I've seen
My wildest of dreams don't come close
I've never known
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