Lyrics:
gettin' me by
Forever live, and I multiply, survived by thugs
When I die they won't cry unless they comin' with slugs
Peep the whole scene
Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives
Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives
prime, broke nigga, really out lyin'
Talk like he Tony Hawk, grind throwin' twenty on a nine
Nigga, how you live with no spine? Broke nigga better off
surrounded by men
In their own parish church for the very first time
Accused of witchcraft, casting demonic spells
They placed their necks and their lives
Make plans with your crime family
Get money money, take money money
Get money money, take money money
By age 19 Tyheim is turned out
He ain't talkin'
up today
He'd be gunned down cold by the C.I.A.
Oh, the lights that now burn brightest
Behind stained glass
Will cast the darkest shadows
Upon
it don't rain we might go to church to put in a dollar bill
Shake the precher's hand and ask him for dinner but really hope he never will
Then we
hold my head up high, I hope the Man upstairs can hear my cry
All these questions deep inside my mind
Like if Jesus loved me, why he leave my side,
when at recess
He recruited me to try to kick
The church down to the ground
Michael Praytor
So random
Who knows why some satellites
Come by
closer now
Cry to the beat of the band
He's gonna cry
Cry to the beat of the band
Break to the clap of the hands
I left the church in ruins
He
I believe I can die
Resurrect leave the earth
And live forever with God
He will march through the sky while the stars sing his praises
The planets
Ah look at all the lonely people
Ah look at all the lonely people
Eleanor Rigby, picks up the rice
In the church where a wedding has been
Lives
was the grit's
Cause daddy he was dead, mama working a shift
So we was home alone just life Macaulay
Ice cream truck ride-in by we looking salty
Cold
a brand new beat
Beat, beat, beat
Beat, beat, beat
Beat, beat, beat, beat
There's a road ahead
'Tween the live and dead
Church bells are ringing
papers
Don't trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that nigga live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
trip he live right on the end of yo block,
Mhm yea, that n**** live right down the street from you,
Sex offender on the level three drug,
Convicted
risking these men's lives in number five
That hole's full of fumes and dust, full of high explosive gas
But the boss said we'll just have to take
We sailed out of Dunmore Michelmas gone by
Cowhides and wool and live cargo
Twenty young Wild Geese ready fledged to fly
Sailing for the lowlands
undressin' to test me and uh
Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live
When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye
You wants a nigga,
outta that dirt pile, now I'm ballin'
And I don't need no church when I'm heaven-sent
Hope God put the loyalty in all my friends
'Cause Lord knows I
the rescuer that resurrects by grace through faith
He is the King of glory, He is the king of glory
The Church of Christ is singing loudly
Hallelujah, praise
As a youth, each Sunday, Dawn went to Church and
Paid her respects and not to mention was a virgin.
Kid pushed up, Dawn lettin' him
Since he made her
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