Lyrics:
precious little dream
Of my little boy
God, after all this time
Why can't you give it up?
Oh no, you not gonna turn this on me
I know I'm a good mama!
life
My Life
Used to think it was corny give God praise in a song
Those were my younger days when I had braids that were long
Went through hell to see
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
friends
What's to discuss, old friends?
Tell you something:
Good friends point out your lies
Whereas old friends live and let live
Good friends like
old friends
What's to discuss, old friends?
Tell you something:
Good friends point out your lies
Whereas old friends live and let live
Good
friend
Used to be my only friend
I miss the good times
Seeing you laugh with moms
I miss the good days
I miss the old days
Thank God for my moms though
I
(They don't know what I feel)
Good God almighty (Tryin' to make a livin')
Good God almighty (Takin' it day by day)
Good God almighty (Tryin' to find my
D,A,D: Don't let 'em go to waste
In the garden working with the land, these are the good old days.
We're all held in God's mighty hand, these are
with destiny, she's more than a girl
Don't much good come from me, but my music
It's a gift given from God, so I'ma use it yeah
God gave me style,
good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God may look the other way today
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good
God may
is good
(Good) My queen is good, yeah, come on, (I'm so good)
(Good) The days is good, (good), babies is good
(Good) Wifes is good... uh-huh
(Good
looking for a little miss to kiss me
I went away I'm alone now
But I can't be afraid I got that Old Town Sound
Oh I passed my days in the Old Town
But I
and
Said, "Okay, wait, hmm
I may not want to be 40 years old
Rapping the hip hop fans may not
Want to hear me when I'm 40 years old rapping
So I'm going
old friends
What's to discuss, old friends?
Tell you something:
Good friends point out your lies
Whereas old friends live and let live
Good
amongst the gods, with regards, offering of bars
We don't need to spar, go in hard, like I'm Bucky Barnes
Sound the alarm, do some harm, I'm tearing shit
back in the old days before the last war
Then the politics changed, the scene rearranged
And became how we know now is quo"
"Oh yeah, there were times
sto vecchio è ancora buono come vino d'annata
Everybody talking about the good old days (Good old days)
It's the last crusade
Everybody talking about
can't even spy the land
What good are you anyway, if you can't stand up to some old businessman?
Wedding bells ringin', the choir is beginning to sing
God, You're the one worth
The praise so bump the peso
Cause You say so
I keep Your ways in front of
Me until my days go
So they can have the women
They
from you anyway
There's a season for everything
So there's good days and bad days
I'm learning to still give you praise
Cause you remain faithful
Good morning America, good morning to Erica
Who gave me good head while watching good morning America
And good day New York, have a good day in
do like that sometimes
But one day, one day, the old boy got sick and he had to come home
I don't have to tell you what he found
Oh, yeah, it hurt
When tempted by the Demon
He brought a letter, with the seal
Of Paul - to one PHILEMON.
-HEBREWS is a wondrous tale
Of Prophets, old and true
"By
better
Cuz I'm living each day
By the promises in God's word
Word, word, word
Cuz I'm living each day
By the promises in God's word
Sunny days, clear
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