Lyrics:
Come, come Holy Spirit come.
Come, come Holy Spirit come.
Come, come Holy Spirit come.
Soften our hearts
Search us again, O God .
Come fall on us
and lesbians, rappers and managers
Music and iPhone cameras
This shit unanimous for you, it's damaging for you, one thing
I think that pussy should only be
us out by the carloads
Screaming my name like I scanned a million barcodes already
My squad flows till we all sweaty
We struggling to pay our bills
to start wars
Know how to scar yours in a fist fight
Cause toughness is our floor
Warriors that bar nor
But this one is far tore up on this night
Some
She is the sun, she is the light of God
She can laugh and destroy everything thats wrong
She is Tara, she is the love of God
When she walks by
back
Yeah I know a city that's surrounded by a beautiful beach
The economy boosted by the drugs they move in the street
The more clearer than
Love That Never Ends/Ahavat Olam
Music by David Rothberg; Lyrics, loosely translated from the Hebrew Ahavat Olam, by David Rothberg
Love that never
Home Music Coming from my Heart by Mary Bjohns
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Coming from my Heart by Mary Bjohns
By Babatunde- January 24, 20220
Coming from my Heart by
how many joints I've smoked today.
Kermit....Are you with me?
Kermit:
God, I'm stoned!
Big Bird:
Me too.
*laughs*
Elmo:
Guys, guys, show go on. Come
by the way you rep his name?
Man what's the point of living if I'm living for myself
Lord empty out my life before I put you on the shelf so for
the fuck
Alone! Don't come to our shows
And don't buy our records
Last year, a girl was raped by two wastes
Of sperm and eggs while they
Sang the lyrics
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
I call out to the Gods and say, this can’t go on
The road that we are stumbling on is way too long
The band has left the building, the music’s gone
No illusions, or pretensions
Feel the music in our hearts
It's the sincerity, on every beat
That we want to reach and teach your people
God guide our
I've been alive forever, and I wrote the very first song
I put the words and the melodies together
I am music and I write the songs
I write the songs
What's the meanin of ghetto fabulous
Not ridin the back of the bus
I'm a revolutionary antagonist
Some playas is mad at us for just doin our music
could go pretend like I ain't here
But that just shows me how much y'all threatened
Y'all new music? Don't ask me how I feel about it
Don't got
and the Lord take'th away
Oh Lord Jesus I wish you'd take'th away Sister Mary's wig
Oh you disrespecting the House of God with that thing
It don't even look
music in the chamber
I'm God's gift, heard I was born in a manger
Danger! Cosmetic face rearrange you
Leave you slumped on the chessboard, found by
[Music: Piotr Wiwczarek, Lyric: Lukasz Szurminski]
"Our world is sick, our world is dying. All brave, honourable and dedicated
To themselves men are
have to do for my art
If you can call this gibberish "art"
Ah, here's our little flower
Ah, Miss Daaé, quite the lady of the hour
You have secured
split the wiggidy-water
[Chorus: x2]
You intrigued by the way, we do our thing
Do what?
Pick up the mic, hot, and make you swing
Say what?
Pick up
Baby please I never wanted you to leave
Damn you made that look so easy
You left me on my knees
Surrounded by all of our things
And the music playing
of the cabin
Camp Floggnaw nigga you can tell by the badge
(Pass me my inhaler)
I'm sick of hacking and coughing, I'm often this fucking awesome
I'm animals,
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