Lyrics:
myself
Driven by my own desires I can't blame nobody else
For me to live is Christ to die is gain
Bought with a price so there's only one way
For me
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
to change
And ain't it funny how people change like Easter Sunday
You know church fit then outfit,
Bright pink and green chest look house lit
Bright pinky
live it
Like I'm hangin' on by a thread
Wondering which ones my last breath
Knowin' there's so much I have left to do
I live my life a better man
live it
Like I'm hangin' on by a thread
Wondering which ones my last breath
Knowin' there's so much I have left to do
I live my life a better man
you
Never miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
Tudutudutudu, fuck you too
Mama said steer
miss a Sunday service, never got tattoos
Every time we drive by wavin', I see right through
Tudutudutudu, fuck you too
Mama said steer clear
Imagine if we're already dead
Waiting to live, living in hell
Trying to cross over to
Heaven we're confusing ourselves
Planet earth's like Oceans 11
We're
live by the G code we don't talk to police nigga that's a no no (no no)
And I got it for the low low (low low) we getting rich off this coco
I live by
youngin tryna live on some Sunday shit
And time fly fast it was monday quick
And paulie bout to get back
On his gunplay shit
And show em how it's done so
He
nowhere to go
While my eyes
Go looking for flying saucers in the sky
Oh Sunday, Monday, Autumm pass by me
And people hurry on so peacefully
A group
in the Lord
You live by the sword, you die by the sword
Mind, body, and soul, soul, mind, and body
Never sell your soul for no amount of money
Men
to live and I agree
He seems so pleased at least
And it's so good to live in peace and
Sunday, Monday years and I agree
While my eyes
Go looking
Touché, I don't know what I thought I was doing
Who say, you can't live your life in delusion?
Colors on my mood ring
You don't really see things
(-lic)
Dreihundert km/h von Lyon nach Madrid (-rid)
Bonita Chiquita will einen Cranberry Mix (Mix)
Mafios, Antonio Montana Drip
Was los? Jeden Tag
religion
I know I'm supposed to change the way I live and stop sinning
But I'd appreciate it if you take some time to listen
Dear Mr. Christian, I know
the seconds, it flies
Count the seconds, it flies, why, why, why
Why, oh why do you try
Everyday I'm bothered by the simple things that make me
Try to live
hang around for a while,
Call your dad on the phone.
He changed his mind last Monday,
So you've gotta leave by Sunday, yeah.
You've lost your
proof
praying for your guidance, hoping that it isn't true
4 little girls in Birmingham tragically lost their lives
Attending their Sunday school, they
a masterpiece
That lives and dies unheard
For screams of passion
A sound produced by to in love
Curtains dance and autumn plays on
(Oh, to in love, on and on)
a perfect world go by
We're all looking for love and meaning in our lives
We follow the roads that lead us
To drugs or Jesus
My whole life, I've tried
Right on my side Ride by my side
Right on my side you there when I Need you God yeah on God yeah
Right on my side Ride by my side
Right on my side
story that my mama told in a house near the well
So I'll stay in the country, that's where I was born
Live my life by in Carolina, that's where I
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