Lyrics:
only bleedin' every grain in me
Fans, if it's not for you, there'd be no PE
From the Nashville Skyline
To the homeboys and girls of South Country
In this
shame
But washed holy by the blood
Lord,you know I haven't deserved a single thing you done
But I'm thankful for this grace and love and freeing me by
me back?
I just be having these convos
Singing this shit in my head
“You don’t text back often and I want you bad
Is this karma for not liking
touch
Babe let's go to the stars
Beautiful beautiful brown eyes
Babe let's watch the sunrise
Tell me if its too much
Babe let's travel the far
travel
God is leading us
Beg him for forgivingness
Sinners repent their sins
And this is how the story goes
Flat on his back overcome by the rose
Satan is
and etching the Edelsons lawn for a dollar
Fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from Marsha.
There was nothing but
the Edelsons lawn for a dollar
fifty and had checked the mailbox to see if there was at least a word from
Marsha. There was nothing but a circular from
mine was thine before thou hadst this more
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows
Kill me with spite, yet we must not be foes
Then if for my love
love no bi fake o
O your love no bi fake o
Omo Omo just you grace. Ah ah ah ah ah
When we relate. Ah ah ah ah
And if I for wait o
O then me I go base o
the truth if you believe in the facts
There's only light and darkness there's no in between
The grace guarantees you power over sin
We've been through a lot
Fly even if they cut my wings
Leaving it up to me? Bossing up on things
I'm Not working for a pion, If I could be the king
Rub my feet, kiss my
we don't wait up
Elevate the elevator
Conversation with the paper
Money talks it gives me data
If it's time to serve a plate up
I don't ever wait for
sho though we got the club shut down
Tryna pick which chick Ima cut now
Got a fetish for thick girls that's caramel brown
On a hunt and uggh guess
us in the bag
But if you a Christian then let the world know
That they can be free and be cool without that
But not only free, that they can be
driving by your house
Though I know you're not home
I can see you
Your brown skin shining in the sun
You got your hair combed back
And your
drivin' by your house
Though I know you're not at home
But I can see you-
Your brown skin shinin' in the sun
You got your hair combed back and your
the T.I.P, Bun-B and Slim Thug
I got drank by the pint
Dro by the pound
Headed to the club in the boss top down
Slim Thug bout to clown represent H-town
If
to the hostile, even if it'll cost all
Not seeing that they're beefin' with what they're breathin' through their nostrils
New Atheists hatin' this, they rage
better turns to worse you will abide
That's the deal, if it were not for God's grace
I might be there in her place and she'd be right by my side
That's
all my karma
I ain’t enticed by all the drama
If it comes at the price of my nirvana
I really want a wife not a thotiana
Watch you niggas bite just like
for having my back
I'm just trying to give them all the facts
Your Kingdom will come
And I don't wanna look back
It's in the gray not in the white
or not you like me silly whatever
I count money, i’m a troll this cheddar
I don’t care if the your the rawest brother
On my own I'm running this estate
quiver
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro’ the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
Four grey walls, and four grey
whiten, aspens quiver,
Little breezes dusk and shiver
Thro' the wave that runs for ever
By the island in the river
Flowing down to Camelot.
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