Lyrics:
And now the weak say I have strength
By the spirit of power that raised Christ from the dead
And now the poor stand and confess
That my portion is
Woe is me
I'm standing in line for the first time in a mighty long time
But it feels good to be a jerk I'm just a loser on his way to work
'Cause
by talking
Sow by everything you do
Don't mind no one
Keep on sowing
You're gonna reap
Just what you sow
Sow good seeds
Everybody
Sow good
the grain
Good weed, good drink, big money, we (Aye!)
Rollin in somethin' foreign, on leather grippin' grain (yeah!)
I handle my business so I think I
love is ancient artifacts
If I could only find a note to make you understand
I'd sing it softly in your ear and grab you by the hand
I keep it stuck
'm dead on dead on, dead on
At 16 I caught me a felon
Influenced by the movie 'Belly'
I got on all black just like a reverend
Why these niggas act like
It isn't by chance I happen to be a boulevardier, the toast of Paree,
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke, I'm good for a laugh, a drink
you're pleased
And that I'm never alone
You're a good good father
It's who you are, it's who you are, it's who you are
And I'm loved by you
It's who
shuffles by
You don't have to ask me and I need not reply
Every moment of my life from now until I die
I will think or dream of you and fail to understand
Only way to feel the noise is when it's good and loud.
So good I can't believe it, screaming with the crowd.
Don't sweat it, we'll get it back
think of old Virginie
And my pickaninny days.
We took the good and we took the evil
Laughter and song and the old boll weevil
Time has gone by now
makes my love shout, you see
You are the only one I care for
Remember the time we swam naked
In your father's pool?
Boy, he was upset that night
I look good in a glass pack
I look good and mean
I look good in metallic sick wraparound blackout tease
I scud along the horizon, I drink some
I look good in a glass pack
I look good and mean
I look good in metallic sick wraparound blackout tease
I scud along the horizon, I drink some
the moonlight dances in your eyes
And I know there'll be that moment
The good Lord calls one of us home and
One won't have the other by their side
But heaven
It isn't by chance I happen to be
A boulevardier, the toast of Paris
For over the noise, the talk and the smoke
I'm good for a laugh, a drink
upon your, once upon your)
I hope you die, right now (once upon your dead body)
It'll only make me feel too good
(Once upon your, once upon your)
I
fill the room
Alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound
My breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around
My face showing no emotion
believe the word is
Good-bye, bye baby, bye, bye.
I was only telling a lie,
There ain't no need to act
Like I shot your dog, no.
I was only telling
a good way to get on my bad side
Ain't lookin' for no trouble
Don't want to start no fight
Don't want more than I got comin'
I only want to do what's
Too good
Too
Too good
Too, too
Too good
Too good
One of the coolest to rep my sect'
Only the foolish neglect projects
Coming from
safe, nigga, third base
I only call you when it's half past five
The only time that I'll be by your side
I only love it when you touch me, not feel
up the game, I've got to leave
The pot of gold is only make-believe
The treasure can't be found by men who search
Whose gods are dead and whose
again
My heart has heard the sound of harmony
Blind to it, as my tears fall again
It's only by the music I'll be free
There's something in the whisper
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