Lyrics:
to the cross by His hands and feet
and they put Him in the ground
Three days later everybody found out that you can't
No you can't keep a good man down, no
No
and complete, she would always call me cariño
And never Technique, bought me a new book to read every 2 or 3 weeks
Forever changing the expression of my
can't stop us
Tha ghetto got me stressing, I'm getting tired of tha same ol' grind
Got me praying for a blessing, I'm tired of watching everyday go by
Tha
stay with me I just want to be with you
Theres no room for three baby its just me and you
I just want to stay your man i just want to stay your boo
Baby
Fear Not
Lyrics by Nigel “Legin” Anderson
Written by Nigel Waverly Anderson (Lyrics)
Produced by Dylan Graham (Music)
Mixed by David Blascoe
it's empty, fuckboy, don't tempt me
Fuckboys all envy *59
Another night, there's no light
That's when I start creepin' like a hitman
Scope my man,
me
My hope is Jesus Christ my Saviour
Your grave is empty
You give me victory
VERSE 3:
You say “take heart”
You say “be still”
I'll recall over all
a mu'fuckin' PIMP, 3 dimes with me
I bowto never let a biatch get me
And never have my pockets empty
Never forget Pac and Biggie
I'm a gangsta baby, 1-2-3 eighty
There's 3 empty glasses that sit on a shelf
and grow drier and drier each day
you don't need a glass when you drink by yourself
so just drink your
on the list, T-Pain plus three (T-Pain plus three)
Every time I hit the spot, baby girl takin' care of me (takin' care of me)
How do you think I feel?
Ooh,
becoming like my enemies
Sacrifice my soul- to the world that's cold
Till my body is a shell- just empty
Verse 2:
The shape of the globe- to me now has
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
a microphone will give you three of everythin' I wear, yeah
Models by the pair, swear, bottles, private Lear, steer
Style that's outta here, rare, thousands by
the tomb
Of a very wealthy guy
Only for 3 days later
To be found empty inside
But here's where it all collides
The fact that his body was missing
Was
{*3}
as scratched by the DJ
[Truck Turner]
Ain't no, tellin
What I might do, when I slide through
Never liked you, why slice you
Do ass, or I
to escape this but I'm stuck in my own bed (Yeah)
Let me take you back the beginning of all this
Livin' life with the flower I was given to use this
To free
Been a year since I've
Left it all behind
Taking count of nights
Just three hundred sixty five
Sixty seconds left
Now I count to five
Count on me
the club like everything be fo' sho'
And I'll get
One little girl, two little girls tryna get me to dance
I'll get, three little girls, four little girls
the club like everything be fo' sho'
And I'll get
One little girl, two little girls tryna get me to dance
I'll get, three little girls, four little girls
lead me, I'll go
Your Holy presence is a perfect place
Where I find my rest
Without your Spirit, in my life
I'm an empty being
Turn my heart away from
me Bookie
Pockets empty lookin' real goofy
Now I be in Charlotte makin' movies
No I can't be fuckin' with no groupies
Remember when I was lookin' for
even heal you broken the seal
Pull up on me with three friends
She a certified freak yeah
Seven days with no weekend
Going in while they sit back
I'm sitting by myself, she doesn't see me, but I see her
I wait for the right moment, I am not a seeker
What's the procedure? I don't know shit
answer
The world will pass them by
But there's a fire in their kitchen
And the water's three feet high and risin'
My beloved
The only one I see
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