Lyrics:
children, how was school?
It was good, how bout you?
I love you (I love you son)
I love mama too
Are you ready for dinner? I'm able to set the table
Till I
every deed
Like the widow in Zarephath's humble tale
Where God's miracles never fail
In the smallest acts in the kindest hearts
That's where divine love
touching of any bodies.
You never use the Lord's name in vain, and you respect you neighbor, you try to maintain peace, love your enemies and not hold
the church churches been clappin' at weak sermons
Leaving the weak hurt, no one's changed by Sunday's service
We need discernment, check what you be
and flesh so I can be near you
I lay my life down in the service of pleasing you
And where you go ill be there right by your side
Cause without you I am no
and strange love sings
All the jewels that one can bring
Mutant rags and big T.V.
Service now, the mushroom boy
Come to me now, by my side
And if you don't
next to madness like Kenyon carry on
Flyer them the rest I told you I'm ish
Watch me exercise my excrement while sending messages
DMV's messenger love it
the dozen will come to call for you, one day, I know it's true
Your eyes, a window, they will dry, outside quicksilver skies will turn to blue
But if diamond
sperm's in the gutter your love's in the sink
So you ride yourselves over the fields
And you make all your animal deals
And your wise men don't know how
that shit
You guys are way overbudget
Yo, listen, I do not wanna lose my job for of this
Love you guys, but I got two kids in private school
And by
ourselves
Who takes responsibility ?
Dirty cops cleaning up their mess with a messenger
Please understand that you're not another number in the Sassa queue
If
Three fundamental truths at the exact same time
Where are you taking me?
I'm about to change your life
Then by all means, lead the way
Number one
Hollywood Cole
Go
Ay Hollywood
Hollywood Cole
Go
You wanna know just where I'm at
Well let me tell you 'bout it
I put my city on the map
wasted
Niggas love tryna put my back where the walls facin'
Big body frames, wasn't into car racin'
Me and Chubbs drive by, shorty heart racin'
I
on they necks 'til they can't breathe
Claim they five stars but sell you dreams
They say death multiplies by threes
Line them all up and let's just see
Fuck
and lord, he got his
Madam Lisa of the stars
Messenger of hope
Messenger of love
Shine your light on
Makin' love in the setting sun
She's
ain't with it
The crib is where we pressing ya
If we ever addressing ya
You should shoot your messenger
For the shit they been telling ya
I ain't with
can't hold up
Hold up, hold up hold up hold up hold up
Easy now I'm seein' 'em, mind where you patrol
Fall back young'un, play your lane like a goal
choked throat
Bleeds
And your voice
Will never reach out
The sky
Where's your god?
Who demands love
But never show
His own face?
That curses you and
Makes
wasn't there)
They wasn't there for me (uh)
When I needed you most, you wasn't there for me (where you was at then?)
I feel like they scared of me
under their grace is the place where we had that doubt
Where I stand, its pointin' at me, but its with my hand
I need you, you holier than I am, I am
and worst times
You were always by my side
You were always by my side
Saw trouble in disguise
Hidden in your eyes
Wish I could deny
This love was meant
Another scene, the truth is so mean.
You blow out another human candle.
To dissevere a dead cold body.
To dominate, to devastate, psycho!
Do you love
the messenger and the black sheep
A lone wolf, somewhere in between
The soundtrack and the movie of
A wild, wild, love child
I was born twelve hundred feet
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