Lyrics:
you tell? That she wants my niño
New Moschino (check), I'll take that I'm DeeBo (gimme that)
Golden boy, I'll hop out like I'm Cee-Lo (yes!)
Pardon
on music
And my storytelling skills need another outlet
It's like two rewards when I do what I want
One's 'cause of praise and the other's just fun
I think
can see exactly what to do, please tell me
I'm just a singer in a rock and roll band
How can we understand
Riots by the people for the people
door
When they pull up for the guap
Just give them all, if not you dead
Late nights I be on the grind
Late nights I be going hard
Can't stop till I
feels ignored, all by herself alone
And she hates it, when I turn off my cell phone
But it's alright don't want to fight, it's all in her head
I was
why every show I do looks like a fuckin' Floyd fight
You're annoyed by my confidence, how beta of you
You didn't feed your wolves, so now they 'bout
to build an empire
In the eye of the storm
Calling His name for the holy power
All I really want is your desire
Praise the Lord
Can you take me higher
between
No need to question
I just want to
Praise the name of God
Praise the name of God
I just want praise
Praise the name of God
Tell me what you look
out my people, some of us taught me the game
Whatever my accomplishments, just know that you're to blame
A lot of people said I
Changed and I
Let em all- Why don't you let em all in
Let em all
I just want to wake up
On Sunday morning
(Sunday, Sunday, Sunday)
I been on my way up (way up, way
was chasing checks snatch and grab I was just tryna eat
I promise you can want anything but just do ask for me
Finger nails dirty counting up but seeing
face I begin to pray
Don't worry, take it day by day When life gives you lemons make a lemonade, yo
I never hate, I just spread the fact Truth will
and pray read the word
It jumps off the page
I read a promise or two
And it just sparks the blaze
I’m on fire in the spirit giving God the praise
Praying in
What do you want to be when you grow up
I want to be a pop star
Rockstar
Singer
Singer
Singer
Uhhh To be an artist
Uh I hope when I'm older I speak
won't feel hurt
Until our times passed
Don't say
Don't say anything
Just give praise to the most high
Put the gun to my head and I won't die
Put our kids
must've heard, got the word, I move that D
Had it by a bladder, she like "oh I gotta pee"
Ran into a Rothko in my restroom
Singer slash actress in my
praise I pray
That heavenly Father You open this chapter and make me a master to calm this disaster
By carrying You SonLight enlighten those young minds
as the stars
But there won't be a his or hers, just ours
Then you'll see what I've been tryin' to show you all these years
Do the right thing, 'cause after
as the stars
But there won't be a his or hers, just ours
Then you'll see what I've been tryin' to show you all these years
Do the right thing, 'cause after
'm overtaken by voices of doubt
Saying I've been forsaken
And if that's the case
I'll make it impossible for You to not hear my praise
Though I'll scream
Him just dey lift me higher
Make you leave all those dibia you dey hire
Oya dance for Jesus, me I say make you dance and praise
Oya dance for Jesus, me
a song. I could literally write an entire book just about the song, the history of the song and its incredible journey. But what I want to share with you
Sparkling pop champagne when
You just want the praises sorry but pardon me I'm not patient
This is exactly what comes out of messing with artists
You
by a knife,
More cruel than one piece,
You want a share of my wealth,
But my wealth is in blood,
My world destroy my health,
But i have to bring
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