Lyrics:
runnin' after His throne.
I thought bein' on TV where everybody could see me
Was nothing short of the easiest way I could see to please me.
I'll never
Set that vibe, it's Homegrown
Please Lord
CGB
I’m live in The Vault right now
Vancouver, British Colombia, what’s good
Yeah, yeah
Please, Lord
Don't
And remember going by your rules, try to follow the Lord's rules
Thought we was the new Abu Dhabi
Told Drake don't play with me on GD
And he sent that message
talking 50 cent neither, haha
I came back a rich nigga
Young mogul, Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter
They want me face down on the pavement
Gang
Break up with a bitch by next week I won't remember you (I won't remember you)
Just because I put it in don't mean I'm into you
Into foreign countries
criminal,
how foolish am I to think of him as your uncle.
Next day
Mother please fetch me the lamp I brought with me,
I'll go and sell it and buy some food
trying to live my life holy, but the devil be tempting
He showing me all these naked girls, yeah the devil got me
I'm talking bout pornography, Lord please
words and act lyrical, make me get spiritual
Make me believe in miracles, Buddhist monks and Captain Crunch cereal
Lord have mercy, thou will not hurt
the steps we taking
I remember all the girls i dated
Some was real and some was fabricated
Michael Jackson music was the greatest
Homie wore the glove like
the bass drum like
I'm in a dream oh lord please help fix it
Trynna feel some feelings I don't know how to fix it
Can't remember my memories please help fix
- for love
Relate?
She brought me to my knees,
Oh for love
Made me beg please, oh for love
Remember,
Oh,
Remember?
Baby' Oh.
Baby rides for
on the daily
Ooo that girl is mine, talking Michael Jackson
You know when we met it was a chain-chain-chain
Cha-cha
Santa said “tell me what you want”
Shawty
to make the barrel orgasm
Remember when it started, nobody protected me
Had to make way for school in
The mornin' and niggas sweatin' me
Where you from?
Perry's ass
'Til Kanye starts speakin'
Please tell me what kinda shit is that?
Remember, back stage
He was gettin' all mad?
Sayin' that MTV doesn't care
her
Mouth upon Katy Perry's ass
'Til Kanye starts speakin'
Please tell me what kinda shit is that?
Remember, back stage
He was gettin' all mad?
Sayin'
bitch im up now
I remember i was next bitch im up now
Late at night i be thinking to myself like why i see these rainy days
Lord please help me
I need
50 Cent neither nigga, haha
I came back a rich nigga
Young mogul, Bo Jackson, I'm a switch hitter
They want me face down on the pavement
Gang members
it all
Lord give me strength
To trust in you
This call isn't easy
So I'm begging please take it all
My life is not my own
Oh I'm begging please take
that Godly glow
Your death was like a body blow
That dropped me to my knees Lord please God Nooo!!!
World wide people cried
Such a beautiful soul
Lord will you please forgive me
Please forgive me for the wrong that I've done
You're telling me that You love me
And You showed by sending me your
chase
You hear all my prayers
Your a saint
Lord please make me braver
Yahweh praise
Just cause I call on his name you gone Hate I'ma claim what I rep
I'ma
To You O Lord I lift up my soul
In You God I put my trust
Don't let me be shamed by strong enemies
Or let them gloat over me
Or let them gloat over
, I need your inner peace, aye
I need your energy, aye
Like the thief on the cross, please, aye
Remember me, aye
Lord, I need your energy, Lord, I need
the jury (I crank it up)
They wanna hang me by the rafters like Vince Carter jersey (Vince)
Everybody broke, I could have retired, early thirty (woo)
Ran
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