Lyrics:
Heaven Father, let me lead by example
Let me be Your servant
Give you the true word that's spoken
Have ya heard it? Have ya noticed?
Don't be deceived by
amazing with our first true kiss
Out loud, sing the praises on a singer's hymn
In my heart and mind, without you, don't make no sense
I love you, still
set free, by Me
You're so close to being set free, by Me
As Power of Attorney, I'm asking for a log of all your calls to me
I've made my position
in drinks
I sell CDs at 5 a piece
And hope to make ends meet
I'm gonna be a folk singer
Gonna get me some calloused left-hand fingers
Gonna pick
please
Tear me to shreds
I'm the tap that needs to be wrecked
I'll even note the burn
Of your famous cigarette
Make me your conduit doomed to burst
gave me you number anyway you were on the talcum
Powder, how's about them oranges?
Moved away from home to school with big plans
By day, studied
can’t let him see fear
That’ll jack up the cost
Keep the mask on of course
It’s just me and my dawg
That was Just another night
Sars pulling up on me
said "I was in the grape van"
Uhm, well cutie, I like your bougie booty
Come Erykah Badu me, well, let's make a movie
Hell, you know my repertoire is
grew up
Going by the book
But once you get old
You don't know how to cope
With the shitty things
That scare us all
Yeah you know we've all got to fall
on the authority of utbah ibn ghazwan
That he says, i swear by allah
That the distance between the two gate posts of the gates of jannah is the distance of 40 years
probly lyin'
'Cause time waits on me like a servant all of the time
But, uh
I know some people who actually servin' time
Committed to this grind
Or just
Alright? Now, with me today I have Rick Meyers. So make sure you dance to impress… cuz if he doesn’t like it he may decide to ditch us and then we’d be out
gonna put a ring on your finger
We'll hire a wedding singer
Invite everybody in town
And put a good preacher in the middle
And make it official
Dance
always had thing for you as well
Blow in the face of my rivals
I swear and I rant, I make quite an arrival
The men are surprised by the language
They
you don't play with me at all (please)
Shots hit your ass and make three of y'all
It'll take three of y'all to fill one of my shoe prints
'Cause I
God:
Abraham, my servant, Abraham,
Take Isaac, thy son by name,
That thou lovest the best of all,
And in sacrifice offer him to me
Upon that hill
morning song by a just got baptized singer
I been away too long, somebody take me home
I need a glass of sweet sun tea brewed out in the backyard
I wanna
Stop by the swap meet
Then take you back to the crib to make beats
Show you the city sites
Dinner and candlelight
Cause soon as I recoup
Feed you fresh
singer now, like Hannah Montana (yeah)
Making my mama proud, they call me a winner
I'm here with my niggas, bro we getting bigger
Ride round in a dinger
the man say
R-R-Rock stone was my pillow could not find place fi sleep
Pot dem empty we haffi find food fi eat
Everyday we terrorize by soldier
is
I think that if I meet him I’ll be buried
The beast
I will be carried by him to the afterlife
[Pre-Chorus]
I must hide in fear
It makes me start
the sky and mountains, fish and birds
And He made you and me
God is Lord, and if you will follow Him
He'll make you a son or daughter of the Living God
By
paper
Cause you a thoroughbred, youse a money maker
Now let me see you pop that pussy
Girl shake that ass
Do a nasty dance, girl make that cash
Bend that
at all
I'm a bad boy singer
She's my little yulia
The world has seen her body
But she's showing me her heart
She is beyond a muse for me
No she is
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