Lyrics:
all your joy and pain
That I'll be loving you always
As today I know I'm living but tomorrow
Could make me the past but that I mustn't fear
For
praise up
Because He grace us and I'm so gracious
Or is it gracias my Spanish need improvement but that is obvious
He a way maker, the chain breaker
And He
like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight
But she'll make it alright
Some brimstone
like a deuce, another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight
But she'll make it alright
Some brimstone
all your joy and pain
That I'll be loving you always
As today I know I'm living but tomorrow
Could make me the past but that I mustn't fear
For
shoulders, and he pees himself in the night.
We'll
Make a man of him
Put him to trade
Teach him
To play monopoly and
To sing in the rain.
The poet
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
the 40
He gone get rowdy
And ya don't want that shit
Cause it's gon' be naughty, by nature
Fuck a player hater
I'mma come through
And you know I'm down
weak
He get bagged by the jakes n speaks
Then wil'd out and even name some peeps
That shit will break your sleep
Ayo One, my phone times up
Keep on doin
The way you walk around me. The way you're talking to me.
Makes me wonder. If this was only play.
And I wonder will you still love me?
Do you still love me,
I do this shit way too
I make this look so
And they want to it like
(I do this way too)
And I make this shit look so easy
(And they want to do it
The drinks were two for one
Inside the crowded bars
The girls would make their run
Out on the boulevard
It was the idol place
We lived the ways
cool
I see them always ask how do you make it
They don't know God is not James
He keeps His promises
Pick up yourself and make sure that you're moving
his thoughts in
Closes the door cause he don't feel like talking
In a way he's ashamed
Wanted a kid that did all the same things that he always did
In
scorned
He's treated as inferior
By his classmates, neighbors and even at the school eatin' cereal
Whenever it gets dark and he walks the street it gets
funny accents
And was willing to
Make herself beautiful, then
Grotesque, then absurd, then
Back again and here she is now, demure
By comparison, just
And gun's on tour buses always belong to the rapper, uh
(Live by it you die by it)
My little man ride around strapped
Hunting for an OP he can catch
better
Man it's summertime fever, man his head match the weather
A Glock 17 to match the all black forces
The way he running down on niggas make you think
Bright right on his forehead, awakened by the lime
Tryna fight utmost dread, "everything is fine", he said
No sweat, as he made his way to dine
No
what a fine
three days of golf he has had.
The always charming Champion is now taking time to
high five a young spectator and the boy,
the boy is
brightest days
Know that he will make a way and soon the sun will shine again
Know that he will make a way and soon the sun will shine again
Know he'll make
I'm tryna make disciples everyday we tryna baptize
He always with me everyday, even when I backslide
Talking to my God while demons tryna get me tongue
I was blind
Now I count my blessings
Count my blessings
Wonder who will provide
Love is always with you God is by your side
Fear then we hide
What we
at you
I always wanted to ask you about a certain situa- about a metaphor actually
Uh, you spoke on the ground
What you mean by that, what the ground
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