Lyrics:
there by you
Baby you're all that i want - when you're lyin' here in my arms
I’m findin it hard to believe - we're in heaven
And love is all that I need
to the I, call me Sarge
Old number seven, raised south of heaven
See my crew comin' hear them Harleys revvin'
I'm steppin' to your crew with
A clique of hicks
there by you, oh!
And baby you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in heaven
And love is all that I
to heaven
Hot buttered rum, hot buttered rum
(yeah, make that a double)
Well, you hear me holler
Now you'd better come (Come on now)
Seven come eleven, seven
STANDING UP FOR JESUS
VERSE The game of life is hard; it's an easy thing to trip.
There are rocks along the path; tough times to make you slip.
there by you, oh!
And baby you're all that I want
When you're lyin' here in my arms
I'm findin' it hard to believe
We're in heaven
And love is all that I
murdered by those counter revolutionary cads!
Old Harry went to heaven
He reached the Gates with ease,
Said, "May I speak with Comrade God;
I am Harry
All of my imagination
Even my self-preservation
Is yours in time
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter Furler, Steve Taylor and Phil Joel
©©2002
I love you, need you
Need you here to stay
Girl you're on my mind like 24/7
Every single time that I'm not with you
If you spend the night,
your morals empty
And showed you there's no way to be
Way to be, way to, way to be
We on that 34th & 7th, commercial beings heaven
A million lost souls
would destroy me to have you just a little
I'm passionate and brittle, I'm asking for a little of your time
I know I hurt you bad
I know it's hard
Restless hearts, it has been a long time
Out here on the journey, for a glimpse of paradise
It's getting hard to find a place to go
Where peaceful
Yeah play times over mutha phuckaz
Spice 1's defiantly in muthafuckin' effect.
You know what I'm saying?
Bringing it to all you bitch ass
by the banks of the sea
Well she hadn't been gone but a short, short time
Until she wept for sor'4)
"I would give all the gold in this round world
whole wide world into metaphors
You kept me straight, when times got hard
So let me reminisce over you my god
[Chorus]
I came through the door,
triple sevens
Surround my cloud my mind slide to the heavens
I'm humble comfortable in chaos no sweating
I'm working ain't no damn hand downs or begging
That's why you maney-ass rap niggas better know
If I gotta slap a pussy-ass nigga, I'ma make it look sexy
If I gotta go hard on a bitch, I'ma make it
at the convenience store|Well, you may not like me but I'm hard to ignore |Times are hard, thank god that's what heavens for||I hear that blessed angel choir |but
thy kingdom come
Let your will be done
As I lift my hands and pray
Thinking bout the load that is on my plate
And all the hard times that I had
regrets, no abortion, had a son
By the name of Seven
And he's five
By the time I do this mix, he'll probably be six
You do the arithmetic
Me do
Christ, by highest heaven adored,
Christ, the everlasting Lord,
late in time behold him come,
offspring of the Virgin's womb:
veiled in flesh the Godhead
all over seven times
I's bit by hungry dogs and I was chewed all to pieces
My water moccasins and rattlesnakes on two river bottoms
I chopped
better my station
Take my baby to sophistication
She's seen the ads, she thinks it's nice
Better work hard - I seen the price
Never mind that it's time
the calendar design
Wilderness tours, guided for and by the blind
Cool ruler standing still sweating through the shades
He knew those lights only grew bright
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