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breaking
Come on people open up your eyes
Can’t you see how the lie consume us
All we need is a little trust
In love and peace let’s bring it back for good

Livin' Off the Land

Justin Timberlake

Man of the Woods

2018

the loser can be a winner with a plan
When you're living off the land

If you just open yourself (If you just open yourself)
If you just open yourself (If

(Open up your mouth and worship)

We need you
Come heal our land, come and do what you do
We need you
Come heal our land, come and do what you do

Heal

Why do we look in so many places?
Why do we search the land and sea?
Why do we try and fulfilment
In everything but the one who made the seas?

Why

La Land

The Go-Go's

God Bless the Go-Go's

2001

Come on everybody, do you want something real?
Can't seem to get ahead but it's no big deal
Floating like a feather in the wide open space
Landing

have to wait for Heaven
I'll see Your goodness in the land of the living
My eyes are open, my eyes are open
I'll shout Your praise til the Earth looks

Haha, ha
Keep your friends close and your enemies closer
Never really know who you can trust
If they wanna get the bag open, you gotta say "no, sir"

short then its back to dust
You only get one shot so in you I trust 
You always get me through so im following your plan
Ill even take a leap if I land in

Why do we look in so many places?
Why do we search the land and sea?
Why do we try and find fulfillment
In everything but the one who made the seas?

and
Heal the land
You said you'd never leave
And I believe you
Just wish I had more clarity, see-through
Cuz lately it's been harder to see you
Tryna open my

Intro (Richenrare)

I don't trust these hoes
I don't trust these hoes
Yeah!

Hook (Richenrare)

I don't trust these hoes, I can't even trust myself

I'm chosen but
Sometimes it get hard to beat the odds
And stay focused on God's plan
Don't put no trust in this land
No one can do you better than God

the front pocket
C Hat, blue rag on my shoulder
Dogging on you what?
Loc when I bust
Time to pose that I don't trust
Lust with the trigger that I pull back

Open up the heavens second coming of the prophesied
Open up the heavens second coming of the prophesied
Those who trust him wholly find him wholly true

Make me like Abram
Here's my whole Isaac
The one thing I longed for
Prayed for was promised
Let me be open handed
I lay it at Your feet
Oh I lay it

Make me like Abram
Here's my whole Isaac
The one thing I longed for
Prayed for was promised
Let me be open-handed
I lay it at Your feet
Oh I lay it

Come on everybody, do you want something real?

Can't seem to get ahead but it's no big deal

Floating like a feather in the wide open space

Landing

my son, do not relate your vision to your brothers,
For fear that they plot against you

Indeed, Satan is to man an open enemy
Thus will your Lord

Would you be close to me?

In light of these tidings
My trust is shaken, but not broken, now

In time, I'll wonder:
Could this church be open
Come

you do 'bout it? (what you do 'bout it, pussy?)
Jet to the land, we poppin' (poppin')
Can't cuff her if she thottin' (Nah)
Can't trust him, he rotten

trash

Green Bay, land of a thousand roundabouts
Got my head going round and round
Round and round
Green Bay, land of a thousand roundabouts
Got my head

little dictator
Who claimed to reclaim land
In the name of the same Klan
Who applaud when your plane lands
So that you can continue to play god with

the fuck, you leaving me?
I can't trust nobody, nobody who don't believe in me
I'm an open wound, cause they're stabbing me repeatedly
Aiming at the moon, I'm

Limits of my sight
Obliterate my reason
Entangled in its essence
Exposed to the unknown
I can only trust
This white spaceship
Knows exactly where to land