Lyrics:
Lord God
I come to you a sinner
And I humbly repent for my sins
I believe that Jesus is Lord
I believe that you raised him from the dead
I will
the flesh but I'm God by nature
True power but they think it's all behavior My energy is greater, please don't do me no favors
Cut from the finest cloth,
CANDYLAND
Ay, they call it CANDYLAND
Roses getting stomped for pennies, kush straight from Afghanistan
Catch 'em dropping Pasa-panties, rolling in a caravan
of managers cry like
after a decision has not gone their way
C is for the continual criticism i recieve from the touchline
get back in your technical area!
D is
Where my niggas is at?)
Look around, look around
Snoop Dogg, I'm a hell of a man
I got a carload of gangstas in this caravan (gangstas, gangstas)
your cares vanish
Unto the caravan of a caring man
Also caravan of love
5 elements relevant
Intelligent sent from above
A prism in the skies
It isn't
know about sleeping on the floor
In a caravan no window no door
Don't tell me ya broke man you've never been poor
Your heart would be broke if you'd seen
close to the dark and write down what it says
Like it's words of your own
And dig a hole inside yourself and bury them there
Thanksgiving day is
going on?
I been smoking on the gas, dog
What's going on?
Lied to by my homie bitch, dog
What's goin' on?
Fuck the world and let 'em die slow
I'm blowin'
July
But this ain't no paradise
Corona mask for disguise
So if he dies then he dies
I know my path is divine
But there's a fault by design
No doubt ever
at in Yoruba
All last summer's days gone playing Geminis
You know Andre's talks had me getting by
When you got that stank on ya, the flies arrive
And they
even where we stay
Videos shows the visuals of jams today
Coinciding with the rhythm of the heart and neck
The brakes got you in your proper
that ain't Chop, that bang-bang, that blocker
And all you niggas is blockers, change your name to Ibaka
Shit real, shit been real and shit just get
In the back seat of a caravan, caravan
Headlights for the dawn Jimi coming through on the 8 track
Old friend in the back of a rusted out hippie van,
Purchase your tracks today
Jaina
This is J-A-I-N-A
Thanks
Now tell me, have you ever seen a body bag
Costume, tape, and chalk, and then a caravan
about this strange dream that I dreamt
Where all around the world I went
I tried to run and no one followed me
Today I sat on your porch and waited for
To the beautiful mothers of my kids
And all the mothers around the world
Night, destiny
Life is good
Dedicated to all the DJ's all over the world, man.
(One for the treble, two for the bass
Come on Techa Nina, let's rock this place)
Tech's in
is a taste
What is yours, what you eat all day? (What you eat all day?)
And if your love is a game
Are we losin', losin'? Oh
World is gonna
(Take back your rights)
Just let me get uuuuuuup
(All the wealth you make is taken)
(By exploiting parasites)
Ooh oooh
Awaken
Workers of the world
Awaken
against the world
Oh-oh
Stuck in the game
Me against the world, baby
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
against the world
Oh-oh
Stuck in the game
Me against the world, baby
Can you picture my prophecy?
Stress in the city, the cops is hot for me
but peacefully cause we think that peace is only got
by peaceful methods and that to fight the establishment
with their own weapons is no good,
because
come out from your comfort zone you see fucking I'ma saying.
World is a tuff world. War in a tuff world battle not yet end feeling you are winning world
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