Lyrics:
It's quiet
We can get it rev'd up
I can go a step up
I can just mess up
And bring it right back
I got a little something on the stove
And It's hot
do whatever it takes to keep you by my side
I was only here to have a good time
Then you stepped in this bar bathed in light
Standing under that Bud
'til life was over is when I understood things
Standing at the gates 'cause I know you've forgiven what I've done
I'm your son, do I have the keys to get
timeline (mmhmm)
Girl this morning got so wild and I ain't have my OJ yet
Lord check your Twitter you readin' what I'm readin'? (,mhmm)
You know the one
bring attention in your in detention likely wise
Miss me with the cheddar I keep the tool and the magnum by
Happen if I'm mad you die
I killin' niggers
a change
No war, corporate run
Governments, no police state
We've got to make a change
For the good of the human race
And you still look me in the eye
look at my bitch
Mad they can't have her
Look girl i know how it get
Well u can call me after
Gold digging ho can't have her
Smoke good im on nasa
New
Let me tell you something
Before I learned to shave I was bitten by a rancorous serpent
A venom is what he gave, a venom filled with rage
And a man
much to lose, I will not play your fool
I'm not that dude that be seeking for attention
I'm that servant in the back, you don't even have to mention
I
everyone to one religion
Submission but with permission
to God through monotheism
But these calls to submission appear to have caused division
between those
walkin' 'round like it's all good
Tiger T got crossed by his own man
I seen him and 8-Ball count a hundred bands
Remember Spencer killed a nigga with his
You know that I can't resist the way you flow
Such a bittersweet aftertaste inside my throat
Your love like a religion, and religion is a crutch
see what happens like with the glance of an angel
But a careless one who got so bored
By these paltry miserable heaps of humid cells
Who seem to care so
stats
Well I guess it's a fact
Good guys only finishing Last
Defined by my pitiful past
These jokers is mad joking
Wheels of the fire
Be really just
and my breaths a firm blessing from a death a firm gesture
New beginning got me losing my religion
Ain't it good to know, Ain't it good to know
Ain't it
even relax without sirens off in the distances
Not shittin' you, little buddy, this fuckin' island's a prison
The only solace I have is the act
a religion
But you have fingers ten
They clutch at your incision
You roll them up
And then a scream
They're just animals make good edibles
Fester filth
an instance
The ground turns crimson
Rev my engine
Bulls run pistons
Watch and listen
Point you missing
Tryna be a legend
Tryna cash 7s
Future
Felt one foot tall when I was four foot ten. Preteen, getting jumped by a group of men
You're the tip of the chip, this is nacho (not your) ends
Got
Yeah so enticing
I wanna see it ooo yeah
I wanna see you up above
I wanna see it ooo
I wanna see you take it off
Coming up, yeah she got chat and she
I need to find myself
Lord willing I'll redefine myself
More reason to multiply myself
Lord help me
Don't leave me by myself
Nah I ain't by myself
I
Rev. Mike “The Faith” Simmons:
Life… Life can deceive when you’re falling in love
Light… (Light…)
Our weakness revealed and I can’t let it be…
Lost
The white bitch got rich like Federline
Fuck a g-pack, I'll show you how to read crack
You get it soft and then you rock it like T-Mac
The weed good price,
All is connected!
The purpose.
Is Love!
You can have this.
Not selfish.
But shell is!
Imagine!
An Ego.
Blinded by the stars.
Blinded by greed!
You tell
Discuss these have you got good religion by rev clay evans Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In