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That Time of Year Written By Anthony Faulkner Produced by George Tyler IV Chorus: It's the time of year
put you down it should ground you
You left your flowers on the table
You should come and get em they've been dying since April
First time I saw you, you
angels count the hours
Holy water, soft as tears
Wash the away those ancient fears
Bring the balance back again
Bring us home
Free from pain
Blue rose
Stay up all night putting in that work to pay my dues
Everyday they working you so hard come up for air
I'll take you home and you let down your hair
I
that isn't me, I'm not that kind of guy, if something is wrong, I can't let it go by
three o'clock comes and the school day is through, the children
We live a life so loud are deafened by the sound Garden of Greed we bleed and siphon from the ground Listen to everything but never do we hear
I live in this country now
I'm called by this name
I speak this language
It's not quite the same
For no other reason
Than this it's my home
the home of God Slaughter of the holy ones Blasphemy is burning Ruler of the living dead the sky is turning red Wings of the angels cut off Satans son I'm by
angels sing
And spread their wings
My love's on high
You take me home
To glory's throne
By and by
This is the morning of our love
It's just the dawning
the pain but myself
How come rappers always wanna talk about wealth
And leave the real shit on the shelf
Someone explain it to me
Life moves so fast
from home
These damning certainties
That keep me here alone
So every night I lie here waiting
Answers come in dreams I'm told
God's creation, my
looking for someone to understand this bluebird
That just comes around to figure out the verses
To her new songs
By my window with a beauty that just curses
before drugs the home reaper
Then I come for my clock, Niggas like me ba phela the day after Slagie
Yah uringa amanga ukaw wasn't pushing no keys, QC bewu
wants her love to come back home to her
He doesn't want it nor need it, but it's what she deserves
Forget Heaven, forget Hell, forget the balance
to have it all
She found it in the city
But the city doesn't talk
She wears a gold cross
She sheds her skin but it never comes off
She hears the angels out
is
I view you with so much ridicule
Well, all the seeds
Of hate you've sown
Are about to
Come crashing home
I swallowed my pride
Swallowed my pride
comes pourin down
Well the bottom of my heart was most affected
The center and the soul so connected
To the touch of her hand
The sound of her voice
fracture caused by the lack of it
"You were a million years of work"
Said God and His angels, with needle and thread
They kissed your head and said
"You're
our battle
Salvation comes in desperate hours
Angels on high proclaim these powers
Lead us from chaos we shall follow
Bear us to a bright tomorrow
yeah, daddy loves me
Cause I can feel it in his arms strong when he hugs me
But there comes a time when his angel must spread her wings
So I bow my head
but I
Just won't start rewind back to them old days, when my heart was blind
As long as you standin' by my side
No other girl's gonna come on this car
Don't F up my zen
Don't frick with my vibe
I'm surrounded by angels
I role with the tribe
Got them by my side
That means I'm alright
Don't F up my
I was kinda young when this boy started a family
Barely skating by not much food in the pantry
Bologna, ramen noodles, cheese that was satisfactory
I'm havin' good times
Came from the dark, now I'm in the sunshine
Shoulda seen the way I cried when my best friend died
Like why
By my God, come
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