Lyrics:
cure,
Save from wrath and make me pure.
Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy lawâ??s demands,
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears
gon sleep
Speculations on my deal
It was over ten mil
Blowin' herb chauffeur plus home in new zeal
Beat the case like gotti
We the trill murder ink
reign on David's ancient throne
As ruler of all men.
Upheld with justice and righteousness,
Forever his kingdom will last,
The zeal of the Lord God
Who warred for us then
War for us now!
May God of battle
Who battled for us then
Battle for us now!
Go-O Forth like a warrior,
Arouse His zeal like
of my heart
Kill it with the zeal of sunlight
And as the hours pass
I pray for her returning to me
A lonely shadow in the moonlight
A lonely shadow
riz-zeal
Young Money, Rich Gang, ya heard me, with big ears
You just a crocodile, I drink a full cup of his tears
Can't recognize you nigga, like Santa cut
Save from wrath and make me pure
Could my tears forever flow
Could my zeal no languor know
These for sin could not atone
Thou must save and Thou
Save from wrath and make me pure
Could my tears forever flow?
Could my zeal no anger know?
This for sin could not atone
Thou must save and Thou
MY TEARS FOREVER FLOW
COULD MY ZEAL NO LANGUOR KNOW.
THESE FOR SIN COULD NOT ATONE
THOU MUST SAVE AND THOU ALONE.
III
WHILE I
MY TEARS FOREVER FLOW
COULD MY ZEAL NO LANGUOR KNOW.
THESE FOR SIN COULD NOT ATONE
THOU MUST SAVE AND THOU ALONE.
III
WHILE I
Save from wrath and make me pure
Could my tears forever flow?
Could my zeal no languor know?
These for sin can not atone
Thou must save and thou
I won't share you, no
I won't share you
With the drive
And ambition
The zeal I feel
This is my time
The note I wrote
As she read, she
the fame, go insane, lost my zeal
Hunnid grand on my neck, hunnid miles on my dash
Couple M's on my check, feelin' my life gon' crash
Tryna take off,
from raft and make me pure
[ strings ]
(Save from raft and make me pure)
Could my tears forever flow could my zeal no languor know
These for sin
cure,
Save from wrath and make me pure.
Not the labor of my hands
Can fulfill Thy law's demands;
Could my zeal no respite know,
Could my tears
Mr. Banks:
A man has dreams of walking with giants
To carve his niche in the edifice of time
Before the mortar of his zeal
Has a chance
life then we alright
'Cause I love it more than anything
Boy it's money over everything, we been alright
Do this shit for riz-zeal
Young Money, Rich
He said, "Hello, my name is Father Tim
It seems to me, your zeal for this life
Has been wearing a little thin"
Sweet Rosalyn
Sometimes, you
He said, "Hello, my name is Father Tim
It seems to me, your zeal for this life
Has been wearing a little thin"
Sweet Rosalyn
Sometimes, you
to have no chill
Come and get ya meals and they really will with zeal
All is needy, y'all is greedy
I'm falling freely
This gonna be scogging me, we
too infantile to take her from her pen
Of course, that weekend in Trouville
In spite of all her youthful zeal
She was exceedingly polite
across my skin
When my death begins
I wanna know that I was dying for you
I died for you
I don't know what has happened yet
A surge of panicked zeal
Fuckin' game, nigga-game, nigga
Kill, kill-kill, kill-kill
We gon' get this money 'cause the paper kill different
Hear me out, my zeal is ill, hunnid
breathe, you're not safe underground
Political landscape shape has been polarized
Now it is time to reveal the zeal
Everybody breathe, get mobilized
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