Lyrics:
In the upper room with Jesus
Singing in tears blessed fears
Daily there my sins confessing
Beggin for his mercy sweet
Trusting his grace
with a stiff, stiff upper lip
Like a dog and I howl
I bite everything
And I'm big and I know
And I'll ball your thing
I keep a stiff upper lip
In the upper room with Jesus
Singing in tears blessed fears
Daily there my sins confessing
Beggin for his mercy sweet
Trusting his grace
with a stiff, stiff upper lip
Like a dog and I howl
I bite everything
And I'm big and I know
And I'll ball your thing
I keep a stiff upper lip
In the upper room with Jesus
Sitting at His blessed feet
Daily there my sin confessing
Begging for His mercy sweet
Trusting in His grace
Pain-killered up, clearin' up bubbles like it's candy crush, yeah
We're trippin' on them uppers tonight (all geeked up), uh
Gassed up, girl, I hate
Feeling Upper, Upper
Feeling Upper, Upper
Feeling Upper, Upper
Feeling Upper, Upper
Yeah Ah check kgale nna re zula zula
Wa bona le nnou lyk lesilo
In the upper room with Jesus
Singing in tears blessed fears
Daily there my sins confessing
Beggin for his mercy sweet
Trusting his grace
In the upper room with Jesus
Sitting at his blessed feet (feast)
Daily there, my sin confesses
Begging for his mercy, sweet
Trusting his grace
In the upper room with Jesus
Singing in tears blessed fears
Daily there my sins confessing
Beggin for his mercy sweet
Seeking help in loving
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All rights reserved by the artist @CassinoMcs
All rights reserved by the artist @CassinoMcs
gasket just blew
This always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall,
and through?
It isn't roast beef, or ale, or home, or mother
It`s just a little thing they sing to one another
Stiff upper lip, stout fella
Carry on, old
gasket just blew
This always happens, thirty minutes from home
Gotta lay a log cabin, only option I have is McDonald's bathroom
In a public stall,
women
To the upper east side Mombiles
To all the Jamaican girls
And to the topless dancers
(Australian)
(And Brazilian)
(To the southern belles)
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Official Artist Channel @CassinoMcs from YouTube
Illa-Fith Dynamite
Yo, check it out
In in tro tro duc ducing
The sole missin' link, what could MC's who listen think
It's Black Thought, open your eyes
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Visualizer lágrimas triste
Official Artist Channel @CassinoMcs from YouTube
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