Lyrics:
on the television.
Women and children dying in the street
And we're still at it in our own place.
Still trying to reach the future through the past.
Still
you're gonna tell a story about people's worries
Watch what you tell 'em 'cause they don't bring you glory
It only brings agony, ask James Cagney
He
got itchy feet
Bye bye dirt roads, hello easy street
All bound for glory, radiant paragon
It's a wonder story led by the horned one
Move over rover
into the street
Preaching Jesus hits after hits
Yea that is my legacy
Grace that's my story
If you know where I am coming from
Glory that's what I'm
All guts, no glory, been going on before me
We slaves in the Forties, still slaves in the present
No toys for Christmas, ain't get us no presents
Duh duh duh duh duh
We give glory glory to you my lord o
na you be my my war lord o
still under your shadow
so glad i know you my lord o
garri for street,
nobody no know me ooh
no money no glory ohh
shee o moni no story ooh
when I dey soak garri for street,
now wey e sure for me for
dying in the street
Ant we're still at it in our own place
Still trying to reach the future thru' the past
Still trying to care tomorrow from
I chill
Leave the streets alone for a sec
Hit the sky bar on sunset, then the sex is so high-tech
Uh
Nasty, Nas to Esco to Escobar
Now he is
glorious game
Ah, they think they did it, baby
Back in they day, baby
Ooh, these are the glory days
If, and they did it, baby
Back in the day, baby
I
You don't know a thing about our story, tell it wrong all the time (time)
Don't know a thing about our glory, wanna steal my baby's shine (shine)
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by,
Yet in thy dark streets
na na, na na na na na
I got a soul that can't be saved
Already got my feet in the grave
Won't go out in a blaze of glory
Cause no one wants to hear
the street way we dey na the way
Hustle Grind Pray everyday
Make the money just come my way
(See my story o)
Hustle Grind Pray everyday
Say the street way we
Playing world cup in the street
Making magic with my feet
I'm spotted by a scout
"Bring your boots, you'll turn out"
Put on the shirt for my first
will declare, glory to our King
Every heart will unite, let Your presence unfold
Let Your glory be known, till every nation comes home
The time is now,
In the streets of Ohio
All the birds know this song
And as they’re flying higher
Clouds are singing along
In the streets of Ohio
All the birds know
it's such a feelin'
To see all of my live nigga's carry on now
Oh see how I be gettin' so passionate
I get a thrill even when I bust my gun off by
me Al
Call me na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na
A man walks down the street
It's
like a life sentence
Na na, na na na na, na na na na na
Na na, na na na na na na na na na na na
Na na, na na na na, na na na na na
Na, na
(Fuck)
na head by head
But your brother fit to need assistance
Yeh yeh
I remember when I dey so lonely
When nobody wan hear my story
When nobody wan see
and all points in between. Louisville by Nashville Pounding out a rhythm making up lost time, {Chorus} Heading for that bluegrass state of mine. White smoke
The whole third floor of the hotel gutted by the blast
And the street below showered in shards of broken glass
And all the drunks pouring out of the dance
SK
Kayswitch
Vector
Davido
Na so the thing go
Giving back to the community
So the streets keep on loving me
I love the ghetto words ghetto talk
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