Lyrics:
Hold hands in hands.
Be side by side,
Sing happy songs at River Jordan's side
Jordan River gonna roll, roll, roll
Jordan River gonna roll
River
on the rock
And the rock's in my hand
There's blood on the rock
And the rock's in my hand
There's blood on the rock
And the rock's in my hand
Oh Lord!
There's
the blood like I was
The smell of cape jasmine thru the window screen
John R and the Wolfman kept me company
By the light of the radio by my bed
With Thomas
can't feel nothing
Blood on my hands, you can wipe up something
Through the hosiery
To the armory
To the nothing
How does it feel when you can't
when another soul passed by
Marooned and stranded on the islands of the damned
There is no one on earth to take my hand
There is no voice to speak,
but the type
Of bullet that stuck had went against his will
As blood spilled on your hands
My plans rather vindictive
Everybody's a victim in my
when another soul passed by
Marooned and stranded on the islands of the damned
There is no one on earth to take my hand
There is no voice to speak,
think they think they listen and
They buggin out like ziz ziz
Bitch, they buggin out like ziz ziz ziz ziz
Yeah, suck on my blood type, be positive
The night forest is overshadowed by the moon, the torch lit in my hands frightens the enemies, the desire for blood breeds hatred, I will not be
of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
Til He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand
I found my strength, I
Throw down all your
Silver spoons - eat
All of the raw meat
With your hands.
Pick it up piece by piece
Pick it up piece by piece
Pick it up piece by
em in, eight million stories
in the naked Mr. Method, Blade Runner
Blood stain on my track record, top gunner
Chorus: Method Man
You
bottle down
And he grabbed me by my hair
[Chorus]
He threw me in the needle bed
Across my dress he lay
Then he pined my hands above my head
And I
from the master
Sent to do no harm, far from - from disaster
I raised my hand up high, Boognish was looking onward
Said thy words shall now be done
I'll be there to hold you by the hand
When you need someone to walk you home
You know that I'll be there to understand
When you call me on the phone
understand
If I could heal would give I don’t feel
Or by silently giving my hand
Well I’m sure I never loved you
That would be to fierce and too correct
But I
that, I preach it, my nine reaches
the prestigious, cats that speak this, Willie shit
Flooded pieces, my hand releases, snatches
Smack ya cabbage,
why do I deserve to die now?
Give me a reason why?
Then it all goes a blur, let instinct take flight
Find my hands on his throat, yet hear myself
hand
Your tongue held tight to a comfort within
By the time you came back around in
My bid was only just paper thin, my bid was only just paper thin
the finger
You gotta set the score right, call it Hans Zimmer
My time wherever I go
I took a chance like I'm from Chicago
Hundred-plus in that Murcielago
Lou Ferrigno,
Made by the Nero, look like a zero,
Shine the spotlight, this is my night,
Get your cameras ready, let it rain confetti,
I'm
world
Like it's your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like
Blood
Blood
Blood
Blood
Blood
Blood
Blood
Blood
Uh
I've done it multiple times now what's the difference My mind
Changing community feeling
hands touch the sky
Pardon my high
Pardon the mood
Pardon while I touch the sky
Pardon my high
Pardon the mood (Double M)
Pardon my vibe (one
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