Lyrics:
milk and syrup
Step aside now and let mi dreams dem erupt
Blessings like rain so wi haffi wet it up
Give thanks to God cause a him wake wi up
Mi keep all
sis and marj reimbursed
Tryna lay low with the classiest bird
Acclaimed as a priest when I partner these words
Make known the glory is boasted by God
irreversible, there's my 'City Of God'
It's the news on every channel when I turn on the box
It seems Pedophiles singing on top of the pops
Garry glitter,
tongues...
Baalthus VANE: By all the gods of war! Stand fast, hounds of the Imperium!
'Tis true, steel is no use against this ignoble magical trickery!
hard, I'mma let her just drop
I got a king of hearts on my card
Make my mark, other niggas just talk
God walk on water, I'll be running on the lake
With the jaw bone of an ass I put down one thousand
By my God we go do am no doubting
When I do am It wouldn't be without Him
No sleep I'm fully
About who get seniority at these shows
Especially when compared to me
Y'all ain't shit on stage
[Chorus]
I hit the stage
Grab the mic and blow 'em
Rise shine for the light has come
I count all things as dung
Compared to the knowledge of God the Son
Serious as heart attacks
Took off my
over there, I'm a god compared to that
(Why you keep looking at him!)
Well if he's gonna stare at me, I'm staring back
That's when I blew it
Yo what
like (Back to back)
By His Grace we are heal man
His Grace is enough man
There is nothing compared to my God
Fell in love with Him (Fell in love again)
since the other 90's was better suited for that biz
Back when Dick was fuckin' Liz
Before soda pop had fizz
Don't blame it on a jockstrap full
Deh yah, fi di pressure, Gimmi It
Specially fit fi di race, when dem a swift, tink dem a win it
Never limit miself, never timid, yea mi neva see quit
you want my baby
You no go suffer for this life again, yeah yeah (ah)
Ferrari for my lover (mark am)
Gucci shoe for my lover (ayy)
Company for my
Yeah, aye
Praise to the most high
Skywalkin on Cloud 9
Praise to the most high
Skywalkin
It was written by God, but it came from Quinn
I might be
ugly
From when god did the testing
I'm guessing
I'm guessing he thought that I'd learn a lesson
I'm stressing cause I ain't learn nothing pathetic
Poetic
Thank God I be making a way out the struggle but
Some of the best times were when I had nothin'
I'm just being honest, believe I ain't frontin'
My mind
compared to my own
His love is deep and wide, it can even break my pride
His love is my hope when the darkness closes in
Your love is great
Your love is
made the devil, God already made the dirt
Just so I'ma bring the shovel
When that metal ring out, now you can call me trouble
If you pay these trash
Everyone judge, some don't like it when they hear the voice
But I don't idol by, on the forefront wit my boys
And now your ex a factor so competition is null
more
Don't even look at me
When you're walking out the god damn door
Maybe this love was doomed to die
Living on a flatline
Is this all by design
Or was
Trying to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone
Drunk by
hovering over my hospital bed.
Time's running low. I want to know when God's Son will
show. Can't decide if I'm gonna go. Mind's
functioning, slow. What
Baptized
I wear the mark of my creator
A slave bound to your will
Ravaged
By my so called savior
The hate of the faithful
Homes
Torn apart
By
hood
I'm just trying to look like God
Had my face in the mud, crawled under the wire
Baptized by the blood, after tried by fire
See the scars on my
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