Lyrics:
between both our arms
Tension rising I'm feeling like a god
But you're the one that's gon' save me from my own thoughts
We're young and dumb and girl it's
and my God
Assist me to proclaim
To spread through all the earth abroad
The honors of Thy name
So come on and sing out
Let our anthem grow loud
Pray to your gods, you’re living like you love a thriller.
Pray to your gods, you’re living like you love a thriller.
Pray to your gods, you’re
a monopoly?!
It’s not worth it, my dear woman, Our reputation is on the line.
“Boycott” - TV Series / Stage Play - Lyrics - 2nd Round Music - “Step Aside”
Told I am the greatest
Pay the man for his playlist
Patience I'm sick of waiting
For sharing my new creations
Music give me elation
Stay low key
of our differences and set ourselves free
And leave that judging up to God
So everybody, come together right now
Cause we all gotta love each other right
face, smirk
Just gave a job to my clerk
Wildcats, gods on the earth, so you take this L and get off of our turf
She had a cat, she was wild
Hadn't heard
come the Gods
Trapped in the corners we'll swing back
Ghetto black America, fact, once were Pharaohs
Attack on our mental cuz we'll do it again
Take over
and the haters
Guided by the power of my own creator
Walking through this life, you come upon a fence
You can change our direction like a turn of the events
narrow, bringing us all together
New friends being made in the process
A by-product of the pursuing process
Producing a professional being the main aim;
now have a lot of miles between our distance
And It's for the better, I'll admit it
Sending messages so they get it
They push and God start like no key
hounded out by
Everyone! Met with hatred
Everywhere! No kind word from
Anyone! No compassion
Anywhere!
Christine, Christine why, why?
(RAOUL and GIRY
"God Bless America"
By Irving Berlin
While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,
let us swear allegiance to a land that's free.
Let us
"God Bless America"
By Irving Berlin
While the storm clouds gather far across the sea,
let us swear allegiance to a land that's free.
Let us
Bonk'abantu
Words and Music by Langa Mbonambi, Ndumiso Manana, Sinmidele and Mussie Fisseha
©2021 WWW Music (admin by Sheer Publishing)
Every hill
by DJ Fresh, taught me to be hands on like a DJ set
Till this day I thank God that he said yes
God put your hands on him so he stay blessed
I save
(scholars)
High off the music no need for skama (no need)
Write us a check keep adding them commas (yeah)
Chorus
Wake up
Thank God
Count up I'm paid
My team
it out you gotta sell yo soul
Not me though
God Nino From down below
Got his music on the radio for therapy boy this not chemo
The God we know
Not in
the snakes with they cutlass
Intention stab in me public
To God in secret lifted my orisons
Shit you can't peep
VIP
So demons say Sela vi, sinners see me
a bell?
Are you feigning for the wealth?
Are you feigning for the grams?
Or are you feigning to get recognized by everybody else?
I make music for
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin' (yeah, not the mid is low now, turn the mics up some more)
Our music keeps you movin' what are
In my memory, I will always see
The town that I loved so well
Where our school played ball by the gas yard wall
And they laughed through the smoke
beckon, it's why we live our very essence
Feel threatened by our presence
Heaven knows it's time to teach a lesson
Well it's a blessing, we won't ever be
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