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You
I need You
Cos I can't do this alone


I hear they say it’s a weak thing for a man to cry
But when dad died I couldn’t hold the tears in my
Steady

get cream and you know I spit mean
I could kill a nigga hunnit bars with a sixteen
If you need grams I'm the man wit it
I started off young my nigga

on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my

on the grass, laying side by side
You could be my baby, let me make you my lady
Girl, you amaze me
Ain't gotta do nothing crazy
See, all I want you to do is be my

Breaking bread with my gang, if they want the loaf then I like the crumbs
They gon' need this shit on DVD, BRB
Heard that bitches outside wanna see my teeth,

you I'm lost, and I need you the most hey
Whenever you're closer, you aid my composure
With you by my side there's nothing we won't conquer
What would I

bladder
You mumble like goo-goo-goo ga-ga
You are baby, you need a pamper
You kill rap motherfucker, you cancer
I kill you motherfucker, put hands up
Hands

God's Work

Murs

The End of the Beginning

2003

Triple X, dvd's, I got a whole stack in
Was snapped out of my daydream by something that I seen
I left the tissue full of spunk on the floor by my jeans
It

Hold on
Fifty-five hundred get you any coochie that you want
Eat, sleep, breathe coochie, shit, I got coochie lungs
Put my finger in her coochie, got

Constantly Hating

Birdman

Barter 6

2015

Hopped out my mothafuckin' bed
Hopped in the mothafuckin' coupe (SKRRRRR)
Pulled up on the Birdman
I'm a beast, I'm a beast, I'm a mobster
You

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I saw your eyes your eyes fall
You didn't wanna cry
So you kept your eyes closed
I could be great i'm on my way
If I

who'll always understand
So if you feel that your soul is dyin'
And you need the strength to keep tryin'
I'll reach out and take your hand

(Repeat Chorus)

on
Section eight n****s ran
From the jakes been
In the jungle surrounded
By apes if you can't
Stand the heat then it's
Never too late every day
I'm in traffic

On some Bobby shit, I wanna know what Whitney need
All that puppy love was over in y'all late teens
Why you never hold your son and tell him, "Say

Jesus Hold My Hand

George Jones

36 Greatest Gospel Memories: A Loving Tribute to Albert E. Brumley

2002

would be my prayer, dear Lord, each day
You help me do the best I can
For I need Thy light to guide me day and night
Blessed Jesus, hold my hand

Jesus,

down we shoot the fade
Life it ain't game
Can't help but feeling like it's halftime
Keep on sleeping me
I might slap you with my Jackson five
These hands

’m forever by your side when your up or down
I’ve got a hand you can hold
I’ve got a hand you can hold

Middle 8
Any day ah ah
No need to be afraid ah ah

to
An interracial blow-up doll of Rachel Dolezal
You're so appalled (umm), so's my manager
Bitch, I am mature, fuck a pro career
Coast is clear, but nowhere to go

you'll hold me up
Hold me tight
Will you fight the fight I fight? (fight)
Stand there by my side
When I've got nothing left in sight (sight)
You

More of the same
GBC, no GBH
I'm with my cave, don't need no cake
Don't need no fire just need my Wraith
Cave, cave  
Plato, I play with play dough

On my English rose

While the sky turns butter
I'll get lost in your nine letters
(Your nine letters)

'Cause you don't need to be cryptic
Addicted

a Legend (Woo)
Let me teach you a lesson
Back when I was countin' my blessings
The radio tour had me stressin'
My faith was in question
Surrounded by haters

Wanna follow a leader then you gotta' follow me
Never abided by any rule, doing ya cruel
High as a Hilton suite, I see your feelings
You better get

brother Demond on my receiver
He say where them new songs at, we need ya
(Ahki, where you been at man?)

Chopping garlic by myself
You know ain't nobody