Lyrics:
arms restin
On two breasts, we by the pound when it comes time for sessions
Morgan Cannon suits, cold hard boots
Crazy loot, rollin in Acura coupes
come to me that He'd speak
But these trials are over for He bid me, come home
Now I'm travelin' on and on
Oh Lord, I'm travelin' on by the help of my
Calling me to come home
While everyone else runs
(Oh no)
'Cause of things that I've done
He's the only one, see
Pouring out His love for me
When life ain't
by all of the people who open their homes to a vagabond honing his craft
So thank you
We keep it movin' so it's time to hit the road
But y'all
and out of a home!” Jesus said,
Aint that a pity? Aint that a shame?
I’m gone two thousand years and the world hasn’t changed
years (been gone)
I been gone
Tryna come back home
They doin' me wrong, this shit take long
Answer your phone (Von)
Man, let me tell you how it
nothing like the first time (I gotta have your ass home)
or how things used to be
Ok, come travel with me down memory lane
Back in my wonder years when
Oh, sinning is a gentilized journey
Take Jesus as your daily guide
Though you may feel pure and saintly
Without Him walking by your side
And when
jones
states of the mind not the home of the yanks
i just wish on their stars and their banks
i don't wish for the whips or the tanks
home of the brave
to be there by nine
Pin stripe suit, clean shirt and tie
Stops off at the corner shop, to buy The Times
Good Morning Smithers Jones
How's the wife
As I went out for to take a little walk
I walked upon that Wild Bill Jones
He was walking and talking by my true lover's side
And I bid him to leave
ain't going to make a home
But forgetting old lessons won't help you grow
Got to take some time and find it on your own
So when the Devil come tell you
getting paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Come take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my trap
That's hard body, Jim Jones
Niggas know the sound of how we switch on him
Finna wild out on a Tip song
Better make a toast, nigga, Tip home
First get
getting paid
To walk on the wild side
Welcome to our life
Come take a little walk with me through my neighbourhood
And come spend a day in my trap
DJ Jones
Baby, don't worry if I
Come home late like three or four
When that check call, I gotta go
Baby, I'm sorry
That check, it keep callin'
And nothin' ever comes as a big surprise
And the naked city never closes its eyes
A new story every day
Told a thousand different ways
That's
Malcolm till the day game
Lil' Latasha sure grown, tell the lady in the liquor store that she's forgiven
So come home
Maybe in time you'll understand, only
give Jesus a try
I'm coming to heal the nations
By leading you to the one that gave his life four our Liberation
I'm gonna lead you to Jesus
Our
give me dome
Baby girl come on
It's that nigga Baron Jones
Staring at my phone
Waiting on yo text
If I get you home
We gone have sex
know some of y'all a little like me
A little down home, a little Cardi B
A little messed up, but we all need saving
If you keep a bible by your
the river the river
Come home I'm down by the river the river the river the river the river
Come home you done did some bad things before lost soul
Aint know
Jones with her hair did
Now its flying everywhere she don't care what her head did
She an heir, yea
Caught up in the air, yea
Probably why she
a Holy party, me and Jesus Holy Matrimony
Where I come from It's a testimony
Testimony over testimony
Now I gotta testify how we got the money
So I'ma
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