Lyrics:
And they came to Jericho:
and as he went out of Jericho with his disciples and a great number of people, blind Bartimaeus, the son of Timaeus, sat by
to be
The spark ignites the light behind your eyes
Common dress tied in knots
No one knows what you lost
One by one
Two by two
They're
muse
A rusted-out sign
Jesus loves you
Landmark of mine
I drill into
Some folktale
I'm keeping alive
While the curtain falls
Dramatic demise
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap shit
in the Point ain't changed, mane
You might call us country, but we's only Southern
And I don't give a fuck, P-Funk spot to spark another
Now, now,
And now it's time for Silly Songs With Larry,
the part of the show where Larry comes out and sings a silly song.
Ladies and gentlemen, boys
you got to go
Out the door downstairs, little brown hairs everywhere
(You nasty, Twin) I don't care
Round here they call me Big Pun, if you with
Yo light one, ignite one, enjoy me like the buddha
You say I'm the joint, but you can call me hooda
Computer, wizard, the butcher of scissors
Cut
Yo light one, ignite one, enjoy me like the buddha
You say I'm the joint, but you can call me hooda
Computer, wizard, the butcher of scissors
Cut
Check it out now
Uh, check it out now (6x)
[Chorus: Repeat x2]
Everyday and all night
I dream of holding you tight
Crazy as I may seem
You're
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
ahead, then light my way
I call to the East, now, to bring me the Wind
To blow out the devils that spark deep within
To rid of my path all the monsters
Check it out now
Uh, check it out now
Everyday and all night
I dream of holding you tight
Crazy as I may seem
You're all that I ever need,
have been transformed by the blood of the Lamb
Thank You Jesus, for the blood applied (thank You, Jesus)
Thank You Jesus, it has washed me white
young
They used to call me Larry Son
Where I'm from
They used to call me
Larry's son
This story felt completely unrelated but needs to be stated Why we
that shit
I'm like roll it, light it, spark that shit
I'm like roll it, light it, spark that shit
Master Yoda check me out
I enlighten minds
Scientists
laughing to the bank
3252 the keys to the safe
call the arms, put this on your cameras
everybody this is for Los Angeles
Stix helping the families
he free
He dont want shackle on he
Unknowingly locked in his mind in a sunken place
Tryna get man like Larry Hoover free
Its Yeezus or Jesus my and I
frustrated 'cause ain't no more N'Sync, now I'm all out of whack
I'm all out of Backstreet Boys to call out and attack
I'm going all out in this rap sh-
she know
She'd be all used up by the end of the day
But she was strong, she would survive
Ambition would be her drive
I'll make the way
I'll do
never put the spark out in my soul
Still burning and injustice builds a bonfire in my core
Still burning.
If I turn my back on all the honesty you lack
fight for me
Lord Jesus fight for me
Lord Jesus fight for me
Lord Jesus fight for me
Lord Jesus fight for me
I call upon the Lord who is worthy to be
on water
She call me papi but she not my daughter
She fuck with Baby Jesus
'cause I'm not normal
I was at South by Southwest down in Texas
Performin' walkin'
Glasshouse, I reside by the library
Yves Saint Laurent frames, sipping Ciroc berry
Burning the big dutch, sweet feet up
Long ashes, hanging off
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