Lyrics:
Oh, yeah, I agree with that...
ARTHUR: Will you ask your master if he wants to join my court
at Camelot?!
GUARD #1: But then of course African
He's a good dude
And Tula Vera
This band in Jersey
Their singer Claire
Gave me some
Vocal lessons
But I didn't
Get too far
And I went
With the vocal
Lord
He’s on constant call
Call upon the name of the Lord
His love doesn’t run dry
He can wipe every tear from your eye
His great love so deep
I'm outta this band
I'm 'bout to start a group with The Real Roxanne
Girl, why can't you see you're the only one for me?
And it just tears my ass
I'm outta this band
I'm 'bout to start a group with The Real Roxanne
Girl, why can't you see you're the only one for me?
And it just tears my ass
makeup ain't gonna cover that eye that's seven-eighths of the way shut
Peppersprayed with your face cut
Made my bank like a lay up
Off these effing
the scene with a
Clip full of hollows, Put a hole in his tee
He got soul 'til his face by
The soles of my feet
Don't get stepped on (Don't get stepped on)
I
tossed around band
Names i wrote out a list of names, including
"Paramore", a name my old
Band with Taylor and jason Clark had thought
About using
hand
and you stood before the Lord
He said "My child, look around you, for great is your reward."
Chorus
Words and Music by Ray Boltz
(c) 1988 Gaither
kill (Lord)
He gotta show him that it's that real
We ran up on him with the pipe like, "N-, stand still" (Jesus)
"You took my brother life, you made
kill (Lord)
He gotta show him that it's that real
We ran up on him with the pipe like, "N-, stand still" (Jesus)
"You took my brother life, you made
switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
"Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain"
And I fill my nose with snow and go
switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
"Life is full of pain, I'm cruisin' through my brain"
And I fill my nose with snow and go
through his eyes
To see him dead, the only thing that'll help the grieving up inside (Jesus)
He even let him get the last meal
He done with the streets
through his eyes
To see him dead, the only thing that'll help the grieving up inside (Jesus)
He even let him get the last meal
He done with the streets
spiritual essence
And he goes by the name of, uh
Hood
Check your rhyme, punk that ass or get got, F it (shit)
I lick buckshots, Hood, madman, I rip up
we rumble 'em
On second thought, that's enough for them
Nah, you gotta chill, bro
She makes a tear fall from my eye
Ah, man, I wish it was
narrows her eyes
Everyone looks at my mother she is one of
If not the most influential
Socialites in the city
He hands her two passes
A red one for her
by bit, I've realized
That he was here with me
And I looked into my father's eyes
(Look into my father's eyes)
My father's eyes
I looked into my
years outta uni
You can tell I'm fallen slowly in love
With my political damnation
Rather than job hunt
My vocal chords on success
Had started drifting
by bit, I've realized
That he was here with me
And I looked into my father's eyes
(Look into my father's eyes)
My father's eyes
I looked into my
nice with his hands he don't need no band
Rocks 45's, and 33's
Rocks boys men women and young ladies
He can slice so precise it's almost fun
And he
Washed away by the water
I won't offer my hand
He picked the wrong damn side long before time began
It's been a long time coming
Felt my will start
on the streets
And the tears that we will weep today
Will all be washed away
By the tears that we will weep
Will weep again tomorrow
Papa won't leave you,
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