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Charlotte, I'm caught up in your web
It feels like I'm spawning
I'm an angel outta hell
Rockin' Gucci garments
In designer when I smell
Make a double

driving snow

I will wrap you in my garments
And my love to keep you warm
Together, my little brother
We will weather any storm

Her young sibling brother

the noise
I will touch the hem of His garment
Pressing through the crowd
Pressing through the noise
I will touch the heart of Jesus

Pressing through

Look out for the woman shouting, "His garment made me clean"
Listen up, for the season's changing
He's rebuilding everything
Listen for the people

pardon. 
Thrill in the gardens. Hmm
Switch out the carbon. Slide thru apartments. Burn all the garments Boom. 
There is no target. mHm
What's hot

I got my niggas who really believed, yeah
Designer on my garments no regular drip, yeah
While they snoring, I'm getting bigger and rich, yeah
I

mix met me
Cheddar Messi
Kicking
got them precious dark palms itching nigga

Hot one of one garments
Gas smell like armpits
On offense
Offending fuck

To love You when I don't
If I could just believe it
If I could just touch the hem of His garment
I would be healed
If I could just taste the goodness

into a lonely day
The garment you left me holds a lingering scent
A slip of the mind or your hearts intent
Left to remind me we should meet again
Left

my diamonds
I don't need no styling
Leek Garden on my garments
Ballin' like I'm James Harden
Ok-ok
Gettin' money, all day
Take a trip, vacay
Might do

boujee (and mi garments sunny)
A who say mi boujee, a who say mi boujee
A who say mi boujee, (damn right I'm boujee
A who say mi boujee, a who say mi

Put it on
The garment of praise
Put it on
For the spirit of heaviness
Put it on
There's a blessing in your praise
Get your weapon
Put it on

Put it

in the blood of the Lamb

Are you washed in the blood
In the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb
Are your garments spotless, White as snow
Are you washed

the blood of the Lamb

He gave me a garment, garment of praise
For my heaviness
I've overcome, by the blood of the Lamb

We overcome
By the blood of the Lamb

Designer my garment
Young nigga get money
Taking trips out the country
Young nigga get money
Young nigga get money
Young nigga get money
Young nigga get

Touch the Hem of His Garment

Sam Cooke & The Soul Stirrers

Precious Memories

1997

throng
And while she was pushing her way through
Someone asked her "what are you trying to do?"
She said "if I could just touch the hem of his garment I

One?

I was dead in my sin
You came in
yeah

You made a way when there was no way
You covered heaviness with garments of praise
You wrote a song

washed in the blood of the Lamb?

Are you washed in the blood?
In the soul cleansing blood of the Lamb?
Are your garments spotless, are they white

the foreign
Two hundred racks in the trap when I'm touring
Thanking the Lord when I wake up this morning
Christian Dior when I'm dressing in garments
Yeah,

Dame Dillion
Pour the potion of Jason Holay Ocean, now I'm Hank Hiller
I'm in Bel-Air fillin' my cup in Italian garments
Fuck around and end this beef

power in the presence
Power in the blood
Power in the name of Jesus
And He has more in the hem of His garment
Then the camp of the enemy
There's

One Touch (Press)

Nicole C. Mullen

Sharecropper's Seed, Vol. 1

2007

My only hope is anchored
In this fall

If I could just touch the hem of His garment
I know I'd be made whole
If I could just press my way through

she was on it (on it)
I don't even know her, we bonin' (bonin')
Off-white fatigue, that's army (army)
Balenciaga garments (garments)
Since the day I

garment 
Bitch why you stalling 
You gon end up walking

Lil' bitch I be balling 
Bitch I be in it shot calling 
Poker face ain't no calling 
Bitch I go all