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I don't got no time for them games
Give me them dollars back
Can't force your call in the lane
They make you dial it back
I'm punchin' at the sky

lean all the lean, already way too screwed up
Was way too gone, I was way too cold
Fifty yard Hail Mary I was way too thrown
I was Tarzan, raised by

stop
Man a milly aint enough
I stay on the grind
For each and every dime
They say time is money
Im workin overtime
I see it in they face
All them bitches

to lead me
While I'm switching lanes
I feel like I been on the wrong path
Even tho all the lanes are packed
At first I was scared
People gonna laugh
If I

Dysfunctional

Big Scoob

Sickology 101

2009

to cope, while I keep throwin' them pills down my throat
Dysfunctional blunts will do Smokin' Bombay
Can give me Fung Shui, but I wish that it all would go

the right and wrong

Jesus, give me freedom
Purchased by your blood
All of my wrongdoings
Of them you say "Enough!"
And throw them into who-knows-where
Clean

because am wise
In the name of Jesus I will win them all
Not by power or by might just preach the word
I will tell you o
And I'll still go out and tell them

You can't kill them with kindness
Try all you can, you will end up killing yourself
If you show them the ropes, they will get in your lane and try

from the grave
Let you be glorified and magnified through all my Praise

Jesus Jesus Jesus Jesus Christ 
No matter the trials that come my way you'll get

me and my flows
I keep the family close
But I know it's nuclear, they often implode
I wanna take em to shows
Give them a vision to see
I don't even

pain, will not go in vain
Hungry lonely nights, a couldn't do a thing
Like a bus or a train, watch me stay in my lane
When mey foot hit the gas, all them

I walk on water but I ain't no Jesus
I walk on water but only when it freezes

Why are expectations so high? Is
It the bar I set?
My arms, I stretch,

frightened by the crowd
For we are getting much too loud
And they'll crush us if we go too far
If we go too far

Listen Jesus to the warning I give
Please

Heaven on Their Minds

Andrew Lloyd Webber

The Great Music of Andrew Lloyd Webber

1999

all soon will be. Jesus!
You've started to believe
The things they say of you.
You really do believe
This talk of God is true.
And all the good

bang
You hear what I'm saying, y'all think I'm playing
I set them straight, then they wanna start changing
Because of me, they all start rearranging
They

content
Sideline nuance, don't give context
Just tell them something easy that can rhyme
Driving thoughts by switching lanes
Everything just feels the same

Jesus

Not a day goes by where I don't think about you
When I don't pray I think about what I ain't without you
Filled with shame feel the blame how I

the right way
Show them Jesus is the ultimate way
Show them His love
Bring them to grace
Show the that Jesus is all that they need

He's able to mend any

Help me Lord, to teach them how to love you
I cannot do it all by myself
I'm not the light they need
My examples often weak
Your Spirit is the only

I just let them talk shit all day 
While they playing my hit all day
I just let them talk shit all day 
While they playing my hit all day
I just let

momma, don't got time for drama
If you get too rowdy, kick ya to my partna
Bitches clouded by trauma
All of my issues get handled by Karma
Get out my

asked me if I believe in Jesus
My brain is fucking puzzled
Tryna' solve out all the pieces
Don't get me wrong
My life is sweet in aspects like the recess

heart, how would you feel if you felt alone as an artist
Jesus guide me through all of the problems that this heart be causin'
Cause I'm back at it. Back

I cover myself in your blood, king Jesus, by you I am made clean and will declare
In the name of Jesus
All demons cast out of thee
Freedom in His