Lyrics:
like this
And young in the faith
To not get switched
But stay strong
My Bible a hollow switch
My pockets can fit a lot this
I ball for the King like
buried alive by all of the lies inside our lives
And now we got our hope tonight
The Lord's alive!
Praise God for the life
Of Christ's sacrifice
Gave His
... this song, written with Pete Doherty present, initially about my own cure for the ills of life, by returning ‘home', has since taken-on a life
Keep shooters with me, you'll call your grave site nigga
15th Ave, miracle nigga
Get these comforters fried, come and get a few nigga
John Doe nigga, you
abode
Another victim on this road
The police just carted him away
But someone took his place next day
He was home by thanksgiving
But not with
it's bullshit and lies
Won't you recognize
All the real gold gets stole by design
That shit in your mind
Off a nigga head for these nickels and these
And to the earth it gave great light
And so it continued both day and night.
Noel, Noel, Noel, Noel
Born is the King of Israel!
And by the light of that same
need to feel you
I'm at the Marriott
Down on 4th street
I'll even pay for the cab
Just come and meet me
I'm feeling kinky
Won't you and king me?
You're
fucking my day
And I need me a Beyonce for a fiancé, okay
So please little nigga learn your lesson, before you count dollars you gotta count your
You better live like it's stole time
I know a couple kings without a gold crown
Don't you come here and waste time
Better days have been promised by
food and I hush puppies
So give me that king crap
And I'll break a shell
You seen that?
Well fuck 'em if he don't take it well
So crack the top off
food and I hush puppies
So give me that king crap
And I'll break a shell
You seen that?
Well fuck 'em if he don't take it well
So crack the top off
alone
John and Linda live in Omaha
And Joe is somewhere on the road
We lost Davy in the Korean war
And I still don't know what for, don't matter
alone
John and Linda live in Omaha
And Joe is somewhere on the road
We lost Davy in the Korean war
And I still don't know what for, don't matter
the glorious day
Hail Him the King of glory
Once the Lamb for sinners slain
Tell tell the wondrous story
Jesus comes to reign
Hail Him the King of glory
Once
at 6
Hit the temp for a day job
Or you can try an bust uh lick Again
Lord knows that you'll end up Right back in the pen again
The warden might throw out
don't touch the crown
By the way, that's Uncle Brown
A gyal dem a run me down, cuh
Ayy, look Stormz this is soul baby
The kind of soul that gave
Stella
the hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
On the seventh hour
On the seventh day
On the seventh month
The seventh doctor say
"He was born for good luck
got the black cat bone and I got a mojo, too.
I got the John the conqueror Root, gonna mess with you.
I'm gonna make you girls lead me by my hand,
way
(Po-po-po-po-po-po-pooopoo)
Yeah I can tell by the way I took your hand
And then asked you to dance
He went all John Wayne in front of his
the hoochie-coochie man
Everybody knows I'm here
On the seventh hour
On the seventh day
On the seventh month
The seventh doctor say
"He was born for good luck
Broken dreams as we shuffle by
It's six o'clock it's quitting time I'm done for the day
Out on the streets I overheard a lady say
We now have
in me
He walks with me, call it Comradery
Who can be against us if God's for me
But there's some folks who left this belief man
Call it apostasy
would spray broad day ain't nothin'
The lilac one AK doing somethin'
I'm immuned to the drama
Act a fool if you wanna
Lean in my pocket, 40 calb by
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