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you say your answer, I already know it's wrong
It's five seasons in a year baby

Baby, these niggas leeches, I cut em' five ways
Like the five seasons,

and she
Say it ain't yours
Brother dead on the same call
'Nother death got your brain paused
We remain flawed
Can't afford to weather the storm
'cause even

letter, buried in the sand to be dug up in the future 
Hope things for you are a damn site better and that your government don't still shoot you

Cos it was

for him
Who is going to make it through the last storm
In the race always flip it on last turn
Fuck niggas always changing the course
Put us against one

and be turned into the devil 
Revive Hitler have a chat 
With some chips and some fucking gin 
Discuss how I can take the world by storm
Then kill him

I’m in pain rescue me, by your saving power, 
This valley of death, world’s darkest hour.
Then I will praise God’s name in singing, 
And give him

finished
If you have no peace in your life
And don't know what that's like
It's a peace that comes
In the storms of life
Even when the forecast
Says you'll

emechago
Ha amagi na anyi ka ne ebi do
On your marks setie anyi eripugo
Anyi eripugo
Day by day
We taking the gospel all the way
We no dey fear
We got his

Hope
It fades away again
Just when I thought it safe
I let him fall away
My path is set just
Don't you stand
In my way
Locked inside but
I'll break

"Kick, Push", Lupe
Dupre, lose faith, gain heart
Two face, same marks
My fate, not yours
All praise, matriarch
All day, sit alone
Couldn't tell

gets better
Hallelujah praise Jehovah
By his grace all the broke days are over
We Not looking back cos the storm is over
Don’t care bout no Benz or no

Bluebell Heart

Dodheimsgard

Monumental Possession

the sun

Kept his secret, always

We believed in those of such poems
As grace has left its mark
An error on our dark illusions
We walk by them for

Lord, I know I got issues, I know sometimes I’m in the wrong
But you're there through the storms and all of my songs, yea all of my Psalms
I could be

sword, ready your shield and praise our king

Down from the mountains
Voices in the wind
Tales from a king that flies on raven wings

Odin will guide him

stays for the night, but he's gone by the morning
Let him ruin your life like a Tennessee storm
And this shouldn't tear you up, break you down this bad

And unto certain shepherds brought tidings of the same;
How that in Bethlehem was born the Son of God by name.

O tidings of comfort and joy, comfort