Lyrics:
Jesus loves you more than I do
Just because He doesn't know you
Not like I do
Jesus says you'll get salvation
If you just keep on waitin'
down a mall with a mil'
The clothes, the hoes, the cars that flaunt
Plus the money so I'm on nigga one
Talk to me
1 - [Total]
If
If you feel so empty and discouraged
Just talk to Jesus
Jesus will listen
If your heart is broken and life is meaningless
Just talk to Jesus
Jesus
make too much money
And I got a little girl and her name was Rosa o Rosa's just about this high boss
Every day when I'd come home from the work
pictures, man
I like the shit you did with Rawkus too, that sh- was phat
Anyways, I hope you get this, man, hit me back
Just to chat, truly yours, your
the Cowboys and Buccaneers"
And maybe if I just drink half, I'll be half-buzzed
For half of the time, who's the mastermind behind that little line?
With that
I don't need the country
Homemade dinners on Sunday
Talks with your little brother
Or your mother, baby
Won't send you no flowers
Sweet talk you for
I'mma kill you
You just a quitter and you bitter cause I came along
And the days of House of Pain are gone
And if you talk about my little girl in
armed with chewing gum and fine nylon hose
By a bicycle factory as they sounded the siren
And returned into the dance hall she knew he was the one
says have a little talk with Jesus
Tell him all about your troubles
Will you'll help me tonight
I need a few believing Saints
And I come by to tell you
His eyes may be a deeper blue but they remind me so much of you
He may even comb his hair a little different
And when he's walkin' by my side
Sun still stone
Watching
We walk by them and hear voices yeah
No one ever stops to talk of things we'd rather do
They never did
What if God
you should've kept that thing put away
I guess that'll teach you not to let me play with it, eh?
I'm a criminal
Alright look, just go up in that
a vocalin right?
Yeah
Motherfuckers wanna act loco, hit 'em up
Numerous shots with the fo'-fo'
Faggots wanna talk to Po-Po's, smoke 'em like cocoa
Fuck
Come here baby
Let me talk to you
I've been watching you
And you look so, so good tonight
Words just can't express
The way that you're makin' me
to follow your star wherever it leads me,
And I don't mind Lord, I hope you don't mind.
I want to walk with you, and talk with you,
And do all the things
you walk
You even mystify me by the way you talk
Go from one day to the next if you'll be mine
Oh, little woman, you are so mystifying
You
just a simple man
But when he talks to the Lord even a little child can understand
I was awful young and reckless the thought still comes to me
When
She was his girl, he was her boyfriend
She be his wife, make him her husband
A surprise on the way, any day, any day
One healthy little giggling
Ooh, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah)
I wanna follow your star
Wherever it leads me
And I don't mind, Lord
I hope you don't mind
I wanna walk with you
And talk
how to cry
She drinks and she talks just a little too loud
And with her pride gone she tags along with any old crowd
Yes I know I'm to blame and I feel
Wait a minute, did I say, "Ddef"? (Rrah)
What?
Nothing, nothing
It's just that we don't deal with all that materialistic stuff
But we still got
want to
I don't really need you, nigga fuck you
What?
Nah I'm just playin', got a wife and kids
Little Dame ain't come across dem triflin' kid
Yo
have a wild weekend
With the pretty little blond haired blue eyed darling gonna have a wild weekend
Well we might go up to the mountains we might go
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