Lyrics:
I often wonder each and everyday
If I should open up would you runaway
Or would you stay here by my side in love
Time will guide us together
Find
the memories
It's hard to say which one I love the most
I know it wasn't heaven baby
But baby it was close
I remember laughing
At a million silly things we
(grind, grind, grind) in the dirt
I used to cry 'til it hurt
(Oh-oh, no)
I would look up to the heavens
When is my time gonna come (time, time, time
life?
And the star life and the heaven it bring?
When It all goes down, that's down the drain
Give it to the most high, he devour pain
Hard for
muthafuckin map and find Texas, and see where Houston at
It's on the borderline of hard times
And it's seldom that you hear niggas prayin' and givin' God time
me your heaven
Down the halls of doom.
I'll lead the way
Down the combs of time.
Find our way. [Repeated]
Now you know the way
Now you know
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
it), for real
So hard I go, I keep pushing (yeah)
The game so crazy, I'm in it like deep pussy (yeah)
I got chip from tryna get the whole cookie
that Job so hard from dusk to dawn
To keep a decent roof overhead
But your debt is evergrowing
Even working over time
And sometimes you wanna scream
But
Snow, hosehead
Wha? Oh, it's the Great White North, and it's snowing
'Cause it's Christmas time
Hey, hoser
What?
Here's a quiz, quiz for Doug
you going to? (straight)
Do you know?
With my best friend
7-11 (yeah)
We go legend, we go legend (yeah, yeah)
We go legend, we go legend
you're welcome... and next time bring a friend
... Louder... uh... get ready... Soon Come... (owww)
Yeah... 7 Heads... we'd like to welcome you
to the new-born King!
Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
Late in time behold him come,
Offspring of the favored one.
Veiled
we're worth the sacrifice
Cause if we are, you need to realize
It's about time
I walked up the stairs to find three angels sound asleep
One by one
for the second we clock
You in the curfew
Call it a rorsarch blob test, but na
Like a 7th generation jet
I put time in my craft
Approaching the aisle
never point my weapon in the Sky, I got homies up in heaven I just want to let them fly
I got homies from the 7 I got homies doin time
My love one from
never point my weapon in the Sky, I got homies up in heaven I just want to let them fly
I got homies from the 7 I got homies doin time
My love one from
an army face and number
All but the outlaw Jack of Diamonds
And the aces in the sky
He give his sevens first instructions
Spirit me a game of stud
Follow, follow, follow
Follow, follow me I wanna play inside
Catch a game of love and let the score go high
We can do whatever let the time go
went bezerk, it's like clockwork
Rockport Mr. Raw God, hold the fort
Collect thoughts, elect sports, sideswipe, by the white horse
French
Uh huh alright
This time I'm gonna do my best to make it right
Can't go on without you by my side
Hold on
Shelter come and rescue me out of this
times, but it's seven today
Ludacris in the back of your Chevrolet
Ah, ah, what's my name?
So magical I come and touch the game
You motherfuckers
hard I go, I keep pushing (yeah)
The game so crazy, I'm in it like deep pussy (yeah)
I got chip from tryna get the whole cookie
Used to make
good
In fact God is not good sometimes
He's good all the time
[Chorus 2x: Ron Isley]
No matter how hard I cry
It just don't seem loud enough
Lord
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