Lyrics:
call them the H1N1 flu
I'm trapped in this 500 year room
They've been after me since I've been forming in the womb
The current way of the world desires
Artist: Ray, Goodman & Brown
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Heaven In The Rain -1981 - 4:19
LP/CD: Stay - Polydor 1981
Composers: D. Thomas,L.
(Elly, what up?)
They still treat me like a god when I'm in the H (Harlem)
Cut lawyers that eat the charge like a dinner plate (Yanna)
We was just
friend, sticks with me to the end
Thanks to him I'll never live on Ramen noodles again
And he's always by my side, every minute, every hour
Though it does
head down
Scared to look god bless my soul
They got me runnin' from the police
Nowhere to go
With the lights out, rollin' down a dirt road
But I ain't
to rehab the year before and he seen improvement
But the fame and access is what abused him
But he in heaven now and I know God'll use him
Yeah, I know
a stealin' type a' guy
Whoever is sayin' it is a god damn lie
O.w.h.h. off with his head
You really don't ever wanna see the boss in the red
How can
to people like they stupid as hell
Do that mean God gone make my
Kids be stupid as well?
Well, our father please forgive me
I'm sinner slash winner slash soul
headed straight to hell 'til He emerged on the scene
Of my emergency fervently came searching for me
From curses He freed by the blood of His murder
I thought God was a mystery
But everything I knew since the time I began to grew
Was taught to me by the wickedest men, who twist the histories
Who
of anything everything I have is a
Gift from God and even the
Shitty fucked up things
That happened to me, that still happen to me
Are also gifts to teach me
shit a hobby
When I wake up I just smoke and make coffee
When I go out I just hop on Ducati
Give me a beat ima float like IM Ali
Then I come in with
Lost my faith and I found it again
Lonely when surrounded by friends
Don't matter how far I swim
When I'm still just going to drown in the end
So I
to god we send you to hell
I'm in the hills with a nice ass view
Bad ass bitch with some nice tattoos
She suck the dick like she owning the room
No
them ghetto and sober bitches in 'burban districts
I'm movin on passin' chumps, and very thoroughly promoted by God's Son
And this is the military turn
crazy in the head, so n***a don't play with me
B***h, I was a toddler, look different, you better keep that heat
Better keep that pole, n***a, you can't
into the traps that Satan set for me, but I've been set free
By the sacrificial lamb of Jesus Christ's blood that He shed for me
And I'm not really
you were born to sting
I am the archetype, the architect of my success
The detonator too but I've blown up in the midlands
Hometown H-town though I'm
You're in Toronto and I'm in the H
Fly down here pronto for a dinner date
If you dare, trick
See, we could have a sick picnic
Listenin' to Slick Rick
Let
the bell
And I know some people who believe in God they know they going to hell
Shorty choosing that is not yo broad, man I'm sorry to tell
Steady losing
me from the fiery furnace; express my thanks in a sheet!
Number two,God gave you free will; what do you choose?
For me I'm tryna stay rooted in this
Wait I'm not the one to end it suspense of Christ
Descending whole universe clench to the seats for
The show finish of the humans formed in God's
sound fucked up but they not all doin' great
Oh my God please, can I have a conversation with a
Member of my family without it endin' asking me for five
cursed
His loving eyes have been watching me from the time of my birth
Gods creation mans salvation
We got to build faith in his vision of the nations
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