Lyrics:
I had a dream about my man last night
And my man came by the studio
And his name is
Busta Rhymes in effect, Shaheed is in effect
Phife Did-awg is
naked, then my dick got erected
Before I rocked her pussy, I had to check it
But when we're in school, she tries to play it cool
'Cause she doesn't want
respect
But the OPD, found it hard to accept
I got jacked by the Task and jacked by the Vice
Face down on the ground keep my hands in sight
Put
5. To Be Used By You
Listen
I know you're the potter
God I'm only, I'm only fragile clay
You can make me, mold me Jesus
Any way, any way you want
dwelling and I with Thee one
Give me Jesus
Give me Jesus
He's all I want and all I need
Give me Jesus
Riches I heed not, nor man's empty praise
Thou mine
Baby open up that bottle
Come and lay down by my side
I don't have no special reason
Just this ache I feel inside
I want to lose my inhibitions
all alone
Flesh and bone by the telephone
Lift up the receiver
I'll make you a believer
Take second best, put me to the test
Things on your chest you
Words and music by Bob Hartman
Based on Matthew 7:3,5, James 1:2, Matthew 5:16
Too many black sheep in the family
Too many stones from a house
dor-are-are-are-k!
A double-dork butt rash
There's one in every crew -- do you know who you are?
We know, but we won't tell you
We don't want to hurt your feelings
pride
I like the Christian life
I won't lose a friend by heeding God's call
For what is a friend who'd want you to fall
Others find pleasures in things I
the Christian life
I won't lose a friend by heeding God's call
For what is a friend who'd want you to fall
Others find pleasure in things I despise
I
Your glory, show me Your glory
Show me Your glory, show me Your glory
I'm awed by Your beauty, lost in Your eyes
I want to walk in Your presence
And all the rain falls down amen
On the works of last year's man.
I met a lady, she was playing with her soldiers in the dark
Oh one by one she had
even sign for less than a mil' 'cause I want one, yeah
I just bought a building 'cause I want one
Told that bitch to Bob the Build that booty if she
Words and Music by Bob Hartman
Everybody has to say their goodbyes
While they wipe away the tears from their eyes
Everybody bids a fonder farewell
I believe in the deeper life
I got my telephone, Got my radio
I got a lotta places I can go
But where I want to be is off the deep end, My Jesus
You don't want zero problems, big fella!
Yep!
If one more label try to stop me
It's gon' be some dread head niggas in ya lobby
You don't want
the tube station at midnight, oh
The last thing that I saw as I lay there on the floor
Was "Jesus saves" painted by an atheist nutter
And a British Rail
the front
I was in the crunch when the person standin' at the door
Said I'm her husband man we love you
And this is what she really wants
Awkward,
baileys on the sofa
And who am I to turn that down
Because I've loved like a fool
And I've been knocked out by the rules
Always blinded by the fumes
element from a star
Synthesized by aliens and Bob Lazar
S-4 situated near fifty-one
Every cell in your body comes from the sun
Atomic element 115
Every
amen, fashion
Celebrate, ooh ooh, a new compassion!
Put it on, amen, fashion
Celebrate, ooh ooh, style your passion!
I want you to imagine
The most
Mogen David in Heaven?
Dear Lord, we'd all like to know
Will they have Mogen David in Heaven, sweet Jesus?
If they don't, who the hell wants to go?
crying
You stand up on the corner, tryna shootem up bang bang, better turn your life around before you die
Die by that gun, Jesus, jesus, jesus, jesus
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