Lyrics:
By the time you realize that you love me
I’ma be Gone
By the time you realize that you need me
I done moved on
Baby Ah yea
Don’t know what you need
it (let me get some more vocals, yo) (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Turn me up though, I'ma just do it (woo, woo, woo, woo)
See the pretty young girl
I know he's blood but you can still turn him away
You don't owe him anything
Do you go to the dungeon?
To find out how to make peace
With your
he have to show me
His love is right now you don't have to wait later
Humility personified through the unlikely savior
The way that they beat him he
men don't know how it feels
To be thick as a brick
And the love that I feel is so far away:
I'm a bad dream that I just had today
And you shake your
I'ma have to run away from this crowdad
I ran to the deejay to rock the mike
He said, "Super Rhymes, take it, do what you like"
So I rocked the party
forgotten like memory
The cross is way more than jewelry
He died and bled for your foolery
Don't need a blue check, spreadin the gospel
I got big faith, call
dreadlocks got wet
ch man a listen truly and truly and true true
Wet dreadlocks
Ha ha
Rastaman don't laff pls come over and help me squeeze it
Jah
By
the Church of Pentecostal
I don`t think I`ma make it to see twenty-five
Til I wash my hands and come clean
S*** I`ll be hell of happy if I can just live
Yeah
Is Sun Of John (Aye)
Yeah yeah uh
Is Sun Of John (Aye)
Let's go it again (let's go)
It is time to turn back to God (Aye)
And worship Him (Yeah)
missin' him, magical decisions, umm
Drivin' round cinema, lovin' him but dissing him
Im his lovely life saver, i dont mind his bad behavior
Swervin',
been getting touched by your uncle since you was seven years old
I see you ashamed and embarrassed
So you still haven't told
I see that we don't own no
They don’t see him
They won’t hear him
Go ahead and kill him
He’s hitting pills
Look at him he’s crying out for help
He can’t turn to no one
know, which isn't awfully convincing
So I said to him, why don't you take this pocket cassette machine and walk around the block
And get a bit more
a talent, so when are you gonna serve Him with it?
Too many part-time Christians chasin’ full time blessings
When the doors you try to open shut, don’t be so
wanna get em', in a pickle, wanna bug him, I really gotta get its gotta him em' with the rhythm, in a minute when I feel it comin'. He be running' i'ma
them niggas
He make a wrong move he get popped like a cherry
He start counting them figures, turn him to a victim
He giving it up cause them bullets get
the swag
Turn ups are played out I don’t want you to twerk
If a lady wants molly I give her the work so you work for this money or get you a job
It’s Hip Hop
back
I'ma keep hustlin' as long as
Dope fiends keep burnin' crack
No love for these bitches 'cause
When you down and out, they backs turn
Now dig em
See the red "messiah" high upon a soap-box pulpit
Agitating his apostles with the gospels in his hand
While apprentice Hitlers gather down in inner
Yeah Yeah, Yeah Yeah
See I don't believe you
You're trendy with the jungle fever
You found God like Justin Bieber
You mixed gospel with Aaliyah
Find
Warner
I'm standing on a soap box, preaching the gospel
On how you should move them coke rocks, and protect yo glocks
And turn your projects, into
Warner
I'm standing on a soap box, preaching the gospel
On how you should move them coke rocks, and protect yo glocks
And turn your projects, into
And turn her face away
She's uncertain if she likes him (got got do ah aah aah)
But she knows she really loves him
It's a crash course for the ravers
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