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Stand tall saints Stand ready Ready for spiritual war Stand steady Remember the garden Snake in the midst Son of the morning Fallen to the pit Half truth
2023 l'album arrive Il est 23h passé (weah ) J'gratte des textes pour mon seigneur Pour la gloire de mon sauveur Aujourd'hui HB gang est devenu
In the name of Saint Lawrence It is said, there is a portal to Saint Thomas' In the name of Saint Thomas It is said, there is a portal to Machu
standing side by side All the angels and holy saints Will part as I pass them by Just so I can finally touch The face I've missed so much The face I've
I'm livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble Just a youngin' in trouble Took a shot and then made it a double Took a shot and then made it a double
Give me your love Give me your love Habiba my love, what's your name? I want to know, mine is 2saint You can say it slow; add a 2 to the Saint Go
ainsi restant Lui-même, ses albums valaient bien le keuss-dix d'antan Quand le son est bon l'auditeur n'a que ce qu'il entend Quand le son tourne en rond,
where you begin Son of man, soon be damned By his own hand, fuck your plans Death demands, do the dance I've been tripping in a trance Then I'm sifting in
our fallen race As by one man all mankind fell And, born in sin, was doomed to hell So by one Man, who took our place We saints receive the gift
destined to rise like the Son of Rebecca Don't stop for a second Every man reckon, it sure would be good to be there Whether Zion or Mecca When the gates
knew You know old Ronnie Reagan He was a shoe salesman's son He got himself in the movies Yeah, he impressed everyone He thought trial by fire
I'mma do it, get it by any means Serving food for the thought like it's rock to the fiends I said this shit for years boy, this life ain't what it seems
(Mark Erelli & Polly Mathewson) Saint Nick fell down the chimney right on cue With a big ole' bag of gifts for me and you I was crying by
O Saint Sharbel, Son of Lebanon, You are the symbol of martyrdom and faith. To you we raise our prayer, and in you we place our hope. In your truth,
knew You know old Ronnie Reagan He was a shoe salesman's son He got himself in the movies Yeah, he impressed everyone He thought trial by fire
All become There was not a saint To whom the devil did not Appear once under a human form So disguised to deceived the fools Now in the sun will
album had no famous guest appearances The outcome: I'm crowned the best lyricist Many years on this professional level Why would you question who's
Give me your love Give me your love Habiba my love, what’s your name? I want to know, mine is 2saint You can say it slow; add a 2 to the Saint Go
Of those with burdens laid down They were hungry and thirsty Now they are filled to the full They were scorched by the sun Now by the Son they are healed
The name is Eazy Bob Wizzy You welcome to the album fam You welcome to the album fam You welcome to the album fam You welcome to the album fam A yo l go by
est déjà scellée Plus jamais j’attriste le Saint-Esprit en moi J’suis son temple donc il faut que je me prenne au sérieux Tu sais pas tout ce que j’ai
I dey take do so my album Every song I record ɛwɔ number This war started that's his son I was the boy born by chance In a world my dad harm is done
enough Drive-by's, blood-spattered on my shoe, I'm not hood enough But why cry? I Waka Flocka Flame, hit your block up Thug life, it's in my veins, go
make a plan, a plan The man who made this album I hope the outcome Is how I wanted I am being taunted By idiots Y'all is hideous This album shall be
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