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Look into her eyes and it's gon take me to the moon
Had to switch it up so I could show you what I'm on
We get In That bed I guarantee you gon perform

I'm just tryna hold my weigh

Working day by day
Manifesting, meditate

A lot of things been stressing
People testing my patience

But Ian worried about

fought we wrought, and let's annoint'
Now you're bein persecuted by that universal court court court
Iron hell with the strong blend of rape and blend

Man I'm just getting by my way Fuck it no one will ever know
I can talk my way out of it all The doubt won't ever show
It's your fault
You fucking

my nigga cause
Being black is lit
All my niggas with the shit's
I say being black is lit
So comfortable in my skin
I say being black is lit
I'm

My neighbors so mad
My grass so high 
Life’s too fast it might pass you by 
I ain’t worried bout you you can’t have my time I’m fine 
It’s a damn

Hit the parking lot by the club just swerving
Feeling kind of drunk so my words I’m slurring
Speakers kind of loud so the peace im disturbing

callin' me, worried
And me and yo daddy did the same thing
Both left us out here struggling
Heard they locked you up so I came through
Forget what you did

I'm patiently waiting for my moment 

 everything happen for a reason (I know)
These niggas fraud they committing treason 
My money right so they think

Everything's Alright [From: Jesus Christ Superstar Concept Album ...]

Sarah Brightman

Sings the Music of Andrew Lloyd Webber

1998

want you to sleep well tonight
Let the world turn without you tonight
If we try
We'll get by
So forget all about us tonight

Apostles' Women

Why you worried about me yea
Why you worried about me
Why you worried about me yea
Lil bitch why you worried bout me
Swear I got the juice and I'm

Did it by myself now I ain't worried about a damn thing
Struggled with addiction I used it as my shuttle
Did it by myself, now I ain't worried about

We're here to care about the things you don't!
I'm going to sunbath by the tube so I can get that radiant hue
Who wants a garbage sale?
Think you're

apart by a harpist
In horror departments
I'm all about maximum carnage
Just like Thomas Hartless
I don't know where my heart is
I call this

Unholy

want me to tell all the bitches I care for, it's all about you
And I get that

So when I'm with them, I just hit that
I don't even kiss back, my

PRECIOUS LORD (Lyrics)
Written by Thomas Dorsey
Arranged by Thomas J. Dawson, Jr.

(Chorus)
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am

some dim sum
You don't know about it need to get one
How the car new but the rims young?
You got the foreign whip? So what I'm on my 10th one

Yeah,

pride
Hand in hand stride by stride
With you by my side

Without you I wandered
Was so lost and alone
The sky full of thunder
With my future unknown
You

man, I would cut off my hand.
I would buy my own fans, if I Was a Rich Man.
Verse 2:
Baby needs some new shoes, I’m out of milk, I’m out of food,
hand me

slide by, we don't see you
I been gettin' money, I ain't worried 'bout what he do
I'm gettin' money like I'm from the '80s
Me and Drake 'bout to drop

niggas money's gettin' low
But could you come back though, set up shop, and get the fat glow?
Tired of y'all, mostly inspired by y'all
So what the deal

fall
I was scared of myself
I never trusted none of y'all 'cause
I was worried 'bout death
So many people not around who said they stay
But they left
I

ain't worried about them lame mfs hating 

I been getting too much money in the bank lately 

Showed so much love so why the fuck they hate me 

I found

Picture Perfect

Tyrese

Black Rose

2015

And I'm so glad to be the one to call you mine
Baby what we got I know it's worth it
And I'd be happy long as you're right by my side, stay here baby