Lyrics:
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I lift up the moments in my life that I don't understand
And I lay it at the cross where I'm surrounded by Your grace
And I marvel at the wonder
shells
Kill or be killed, lift up souls
We raising Hell ungh - two for his back
Bring failure to his lungs
YAWK-YAWK-knock-knock your bell been rung
Might
Something true I have lacked
And spent my whole life trying to make up for
But I found, in a song
And in the people I love
They will lift me up out
me tight in your arms
To warm me up when its cold
Your what I'm blessed with
Angel from the heavens
Baby I'm attached and I don't plan on going
buy back your soul
Uh, buy your soul back, buy your soul back
I expose facts, that's why my phones tapped
Hollywood turned you while you coming up
with my homies! Mossie up!
Ka-ruise, cruise
Cruisin' Magazine, a Cutlass on them socks
Rap accumulated papers, so no more slangin' rocks
We don
she's going down.
I'm sorry but the party's over now.
Awake by noon, drunk by four.
Sucked up in the show biz.
You're so lame,
You're such a bore,
me broken
Lift me up with your hands
Don't leave me broken
Lift me up with your hands
Blue eyes, butterflies in the skies
Time flies by, then we lose
of you I can do anything
I picked up the pieces one by one
And built us a house that only lets in sun
I swear to always stay right by your side
I'm
the soul of my truth
Believe in yourself
Be the light of truth
To walk in the power of love
Stand up for your sovereignty
Your soul free
Soul free
Human up
that nigga one shit
Ain't got no heart, man I knew that nigga wasn't rich
Should've killed him when he went up that lift
When them niggas say bang, nigga
last
Lift it up with the double cup
Slap it on her bubble butt
Living a bathhouse dream
You will never see
news to me your afraid
are you okay
need
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
like taa-dow
Biggie Smalls the illest and how, frays raise your eyebrow
By now you figure, he talkin' 'bout that nigga
But your weak-ass assumptions,
all about
Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
Threw that back out, in the parking lot
By a Cherokee
We holler yee-haw and then we saddle up
Get your money right then you add it up
We grab the bull by the horns make him back it up
We holler
can leave here anytime
My baby, just make up your mind
You've got wings to lift you up above the rain
But you fly into the storm only to crash dive
and the knives, better run for your life
Got a queen in Queens and my ex a Puerto Rican spice
My Harlem bitch doin' time, gettin' caught up with the swipes
Open up an eardrum, don't wait for the cap
Sip a third of lager, extract the waste
Tell me tell me tell me, can you get a case?
Never oops honey, dope
grind it out
A vortex appears, unleashed by the crash
A moment marred by hesitation
Bedazzled surgeon chases the gash
But we don't need that operation
Through sleepless nights and endless days
Your strength unwavering always ablaze
You lift me up when I fall down
With a smile that banishes every
Through sleepless nights and endless days
Your strength unwavering always ablaze
You lift me up when I fall down
With a smile that banishes every
to be abstract
I'm saying that
Hip-Hop is larger than the politics
The karma
And accessories you carry in your back pack
Oh, and by the way
Big thanks for
Lift thine eye to your might
I and I deal with Jah
And don’t expect to be justified by your law
In a mi conscience the fire is burning
It is
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