Lyrics:
Build an ark head for the open water
Save your sons and your daughters
Build an ark
Build an ark when the storm is ended
You'll know the world
That daughter she's a diamond
Treasured by the King of kings
She don't need to be invited
Cause she's always got a seat
And her face is always
the heli-
Shawty, that's what I do, I'm gettin stacks of this on accident
My daughter's 5 what's that mean?
My daughter's daughter is already rich
I'm
di new Beam
Life short, get your money up
An' me nuh have no patience, mi run it go
'Pon the money like a drive-by
Hater can't see me, man a mile
Gold plated, Chrome plated, black painted copper
Stay with heavy metals, but I am not a punk rocker
I'm God's son (he God's son), I'm God's son (he
tell me to come
'Cause she didn't have a daughter
'Cause she did have a son
She said the lift doesn't run
Run up the stairs and come
And if you
tell me to come
'Cause she didn't have a daughter
'Cause she did have a son
She said the lift doesn't run
Run up the stairs and come
And if you
tell me to come
'Cause she didn't have a daughter
'Cause she did have a son
She said the lift doesn't run
Run up the stairs and come
And if you
Oh God
Thanks for sending your Son
Thanks for sending your Son
Oh Lord
Thanks for all that You've done
Thanks for all that You've done
Oh God
Thanks
contradiction and the first eviction by sendin the couple east
Now the first couple became the first parents of the first son
Who became the first murderer
Daughters and sons covered in the Blood of Jesus....
When it's all said and done, they'll believe us....
Had to keep the faith, you see the focus in
your side
So step into the light, and I'll be by your side
Broken daughter come home
Quit believing the lies that you've been told
Stop hiding from
really smoke in it but you would let me
Oh my God swear to God your daughter's your spitting image
When your daughter met my daughter what a wonderful
I got horses in my car just like a farmer
Yeehaw
Yeehaw, finna pick up your daughter
Yeehaw
Yeah
Gren8 beats
Yeah, yeah, yeah
I got horses
you we rejoice
And abide in grace
O full of grace
Hail, hail to you
O Lady of Virgins
O daughter of Joachim
The chosen throne
Righteous is your Son
He
When I grow up
My son and my daughter
Is gonna be fucking straight
And I'm not playing
They ain't gonna do shit
Look son you better do your homework
can call on Him when I need Him (tell Him what you want)
Never to busy to answer His son
Or daughters
He's on the main line
Tell Him what you want
the top's up
Left the mall bought Little Amal the toy truck
Your boy's what? Three-years-old now, correct?
He and my daughter age neck-and-neck, they
sirloin
I'm talkin' 'bout runnin' in houses with army guns
So think about your son and daughter rooms
Got two hoes with me, masked up, they got smaller
upbringing, can I raise your mountains?
I promise to keep them greener, make them my daughters, teach them about fire, warn them about water
I'm lonely, L.A,
of your girl
And the name that you picked for your daughter was Pearl
Cole robbed a bank and he drawed the life line
But I heard he was pardoned after
Jim Reed by the dark of the moon
And your son Ed was blowed down in a drunken saloon
Then there was Bob Younger, you loved him so well
He rode with
lurk inna di dark, ah dem 'ya ting 'ya get me cross
Mummy where is your daughter? (They're out there)
Oh, papa where is your son? (They're out there)
So you take care of them like your daughters and sons
You can ask for forgiveness, they could ask for the same
Forget all the anguish, the heartache,
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