Lyrics:
my old teacher at the strip club
Damn, the teacher's crooked, ah
And God know, I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me (ain't nobody fuckin'
crooked
Saw my old teacher at the strip club
Damn, the teacher's crooked, ah
And God know, I know
I feel like can't nobody fuck with me (ain't nobody
In the Name of God, the Most Compassionate, the Ever-Merciful. Say, 'He is God the One, God the eternally Besought. He begot no one nor was He
is no power or ability except by Allah, the Most High, the Almighty" equal to whatever He Creates
There is no god except Allah, One without partner,
live by god's blessing
Good morning cause I'm still here
Didn't get a wake-up call from out there
So ima head back to the street for my lesson
up at night
It eats away at your memory
You think you're going insane
Everyday when you wake up you think
Is today even gonna be a good day
Because I
Hey Ali? Yeah that's right
I can hear myself good now
This is how it is These Days
You even lose when you win These Days
These Days, God's Reign
My, oh, my, it seems somehow
The good old days are always now
So here we sit and wait for tomorrow
As the years pass by
And there is no more luck
God meant it for good
When dreams of fate unto him came, Joseph confided in his God
With wisdom unsurpassed, by God he reigned
His storehouse blessed
it some day for a crown
O that old rugged cross, so despised by the world
Has a wondrous attraction for me
For the dear Lamb of God left His glory
body felt broken my knees collapsed in that room
I woke up early at six
Hopped in my old Ford, escape
And left that campus destroyed
By 46 and 3rd Street
Yeah back again yeah to give glory to GOD amen
In your good times in your bad times give GOD his glory
In your best days
Give thanks to GOD
In your
on earth
Be loved by God as much as God loved Gandhi and Martin Luther King
Be that last one of 144,000, be the resident of that twelfth house
Be, eternal
rich
But I'm down by the ocean doing what I want
And right now it's the good old days.
Chorus
When we get old we're gonna talk about the good times;
seven short days
He said it was good, I bet it was great
Then God made a man, and man got lonely
He said, "Please, Lord, if I could only
Have an angel
from the same cloth
But I guess you fabricate, eh?
You better bring more men than the Latter Day Saints
Manic states, Steven Paddock with automatic
the thing
That's what's hard
To be the kind of Bard
That would like to sing the nice thing
I'd prefer to sing the nice thing
Yes I would
That'd be good
Yes I
day
Every day every day
Got to work every day
My God there’s got to be more to life than this
There’s got to be a bigger reason that I exist
Work
that I won't change/
I got late nights, long days, make me go back to my old ways/
Something in the air feeling so strange, they gone make me go back
over the globe
I'll take you with me
You already know
I need you by my side
Everywhere i go
When I was six years old
Mom got diagnosed
Sticks
of day
Chorus
God has been so good(Ohh God has been so good to Me)
God has been so good(Better than i could be to myself, Ohhh Ohh)
God has been so good
Remembers days we was shooting craps
In the hallways
Them the good days (Good days)
Them the old times (Old times)
Im glad we made it out (Made it out)
To see
it by my lonely (Mmm)
You stopped hitting my phone when I was low girl you don't know me (Nah)
You saying I'ma take you back but shawty that's the old
everything for good, how could I ever admit defeat?
My God is great, hands down there's no debate
Wanna trust Him more, wanna walk with Him by faith
Wanna run
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