Lyrics:
When I think of you and the first time we met
And I heard the sound of your sweet gentle voice
My heart took me over and gave me no choice
Brainwashed by the lies
It’s no surprise
That you’d wanna waste your time
I’m a fly upon your neck
You can’t control me
I have my words, my voice
My strengths,
choices
You can stay or run
Run, run and just keep movin'
Heal the past, keep improvin'
You can face your troubles one by one
You're gonna have
on the level
The ring came off my pudding can
Take my pen knife, my good man
I swear it's Springfield's only choice
Throw up your hands and raise your voice
the future holds)
(This is it)
Your back's to the corner
(This is it)
(You make the choice of how it goes)
(This is it)
The waiting is over
(This is it
In You I find all that is true
Your love will see me through
I embrace what You have saved me into
CHORUS:
Oh
I believe it
I can feel it
There's
your tato
Ain't nothin' 'bout me ordinary, I come with the yayo
I move like a mob boss, it's gon' take an army
The world is mine, nigga, you get it if
Crying rider, please pass by
All you men who should have been
Your fathers beat you down
Your mothers loved you badly
Your teachers stole your
pass, Oprah Winfrey, Pimp TV
And Paris Hilton get paid to play, that's how I like it
[Chorus: Master P]
I like a thug chick, I want a bad bitch [repeat
thought of me, let me know your mind
Oh oh all I want to know is-are you kind
It's a buck dancer choice my friend
You better take my advice
You know
by myself
I'm so afraid of being all by myself so
Go ahead and break my heart
It's your time to break my heart
I'm in a worn out nervous
your tato
Ain't nothin' 'bout me ordinary, I come with the yayo
I move like a mob boss, it's gon' take an army
The world is mine, nigga, you get it if
as one
There are people dying
Whoa, and it's time to lend a hand to life
The greatest gift of all
We can't go on
Pretending day-by-day
That
Christmastime, Christmastime
Christmastime, Christmastime
Oh-oh-oh
Take your sister by the hand
There's always room to understand
How long will it take
I
make it rain
So much money they think she's insane
You a 7 digit nigga if you holla at a brah
With a 7 digit figga you should come in by the bar
I'm
24/7, 365
Every day, moment of your life
Things come by that may seem hard
But if you act, success ain't far
Some of these choices are rather uneasy
out, all are in control
Certified son of a gun
Learns life lesson 101
Don't fly too high on your own supply
Get burnt by the sun
He was NY's talk
to earn it
'Cause you're driving me mad with your nagging ways and in my kind of love that ain't what pays
I love to hear your voice but your choice
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
cnd strength in God alone
O my soul put your hope
In Him and Him alone
I long for You
Written by: Graydon Scholtz, Tom Paxton & Hilton Greig
And you know it's right
I am your war
Arming the strong
Aiding the weak
Know me by name
Shepherd of fire
Disciple of the cross and champion in
worthy of it all
I lift up lift up
My song make Him famous
Enthroned on my praises
Your worthy of it all
VERSE 2:
How lovely is Your house?
My home is
them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
Yeah, yeah, I love them strippers (yeah)
In my foreign car, got the trunk by the engine
All I wanna do
All I wanna do
I'm Your prisoner by choice
I will rest at Your feet
And I'll only lift my voice
When You want me to sing
It's
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