Lyrics:
You got it
You got it
I know you got soul
Picture a mic, the stage is empty
A beat like this might tempt me
To pose, show my rings and my fat
life
I wanna be tried by fire
Purified
You take whatever You desire
Lord, here's my life
If Your glory wants to come in
Let it fall, we want it all
Your
we took up singing
And his pride grew greater day by day
And I know his eyes grew misty
The night I sang up on the Opry stage
[Chorus]
Now his
'm still your girl
With all my classes I don't have the time for life's thrills
So when you sweatin' on stage think of me when you rhyme
And don't be
heart breaks
I'm not afraid to be moulded by the king
So have your way
I give it today
I trust the plans you have for me
I run to the altar
Fall on my
a string is the cost, cut the fate with a curse
Cut the shit with a verse, I got a face on my purse
End up on stage in a theatre they was clappin for either
She make me feel so good
Better than I would by myself or if was with somebody else
You don't under stand she make the people say yeah, yeah
I
Ain't no love in Oakland, bitch
Niggas always talkin bout 'I love you'
But ain't no love, bitch
Now it's a shame, I can't be saved by John
huh, uh, uh huh, uh (oh)
Yeah, yeah, oh, uh
I can't really explain it
I'm so into you now, I want to be more than a friend of you now
When they
want ya
Mmm really thought you was gon be the one
That's word 2 my mother
Ain't nobody perfect
Why we can't start over?
Why you had to leave? Had to give
yet,
But I'll be teacher's pet yet,
'Cause I'm gonna learn to dance or burst.
Nothing's impossible I have found,
For when my chin is on the ground,
ain't, I'm the bad guy
Type of guy that'll drag five girls up on stage
Pour ice in their pants, and the first one who pees gets a black eye
Must be
When I rhyme my rhyme bursts into flames
And they're tough like the drawers called Haynes
(I want to rock right now)
(Got to be funky)
Here's
prayin' to me like the altar
Life is often lost in coffin, I'm just here to make my offer
Crystal sniffing, bitches tripping, luxury and gang members
Wanna
the spanking, the belts thin
By then, I'll crack another nut, by the time the elephant
My L stem, my doobie's thick, yeah
She got a nice square but her bootie
mo so be
E mi n mo so be
Omo Akin
Yo let's go
And I'm all up in your face like pimples
Pretty boy no dimples
If you get issue
Go get a tissue
Give
a gig down there doing one of them acoustic duos
and she told me you sat by the stage and ordered a margarita
and when it came you smiled at Johnny
Surrounded by candles on the black altar
Companions and brothers, I want you on my side
Be ready now for our ritual shall begin
"Are you ready to become
white t-shirts go berserk
I don't want no fucking label deal
Give me touring, publishing, and all my merch, whoa
I'll be a star when they don't
You
To whom it may concern
[Chorus]
Why you ain't call me?
You know I'm the hardest, you know that my art is applauded
Why you ain't call me?
I
to the stage
And dismantlin' them
As my Hydrogen turns to Helium, I shine
None of your lyrics I'm feelin' 'em
You rhyme
Like you should be wearin' an apron
thought he was much bigger
Do you know this girl named nah be I don't know nothin'
Did that name-game shit right from the go get
Shorty want
audience to your life by
You're on stage right, I'm stage left in heartbreak
How much of me will you take
I want to be the one at your show
I'll bring you
You got it
You got it
I know you got soul
Picture a mic, the stage is empty
A beat like this might tempt me
To pose, show my rings and my fat
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