Lyrics:
the time to spread the truth
I use the recording booth
Go and show the world what you can do
'cause God believes in you
Don't give up
Keep pushing through
you are sayin' you don't know
If I'm someone you can believe
So what is it, baby, you can't chance?
Can't you tell by the way that I'm touchin' you
boy, you're your mama's only son
She's at home and she's been praying for you
So what about Georgia?
Saw your sister yesterday
Austin's five
the Son out the same way that Florida be
Everywhere I go 100 angels roll with me
I know you blind
But believe its looking so pretty
Silly devil you dont
[Spoken]
Hell yeah!
[Sung]
Can I walk by without you grabbing me?
Shortie, tell me what you want from me,
Tell me what you really want from
that way
To the Father, Son and Holy Spirit
I hold You nearest
My best friend (best friend)
Let the trumpets blow with Your appearance
I can
the cause of the blood
They tell me "freedom
Be the cost of my blood
Now what you need son?
I know your problems by name
Now is it treason?
By what they
What you mean by that, what the ground represent?
The ground is gonna open up and swallow the evil
Right
That's how I see it, my word is bond
I see—and
the side street movin' single file
She say...
That's where I'll hold you, sleeping like a child
Way down in the hollow, leavin' so soon
Oh, St. Teresa,
it legal, we're a long way down that road
Hell, I don't care who you marry, what you brew or what you grow
Up here we believe in freedom
If there's
mapuche.
You don’t need to believe what I say
I just want to share my way
I don’t need to believe what you say
I just want to hear your way
I've been
like ugly
And God don't like no quitters
You know what Billie Holiday said bay-bee
God bless the child that can hold his own
Y'know? You got to stand
Because you're worth a lot, He even paid for you
Put His Son on a cross, made a trade for you
And the Son of God, was the son of man, for
His sake, what's
where the lighthouse roam
You know it
It's no secret
Who I creep with
If you ain't get it by now well peep it
If I told you would you really believe it
the weather?
You built for that weather?
Yo, know what'm saying?
Know what'm saying?
You gotta fight for what you believe in
Nobody knows the troubles
that a king adore
I need you by my side, you the type I bring on tour
Let's fall asleep in L.A., wake up out in Singapore
Doing things I never did
your head up
And when he tells you you ain't nuttin don't believe him
And if he can't learn to love you you should leave him
Cause sista you don't
cores is ghetto business
Yo, drinks and weed son
Never seeds son
I got what you need son
Its all ghetto business
Yo this is for the senile
Walking
ghetto business
Yo, drinks and weed son
Never seeds son
I got what you need son
Its all ghetto business
Yo this is for the senile
Walking
a reaction
I was not getting paid
You won't believe what happened
Left the pozi by the lake
Still currently adapting
Allah knows best
You'll recognize
not moved
I'm not moved by what I see
By only what I see
But only by your word
Jesus is my rock
I'm not moved by what I hear
I hold You by Your word,
sons keeper
I could never stand by a motherfuckin woman beater
Cheater, keep them "I love you's" to yourself
I been wrote you out my story and I ain't
watch him grind tonight I had em hold me tight, I keep it real when I tell you everything to white. I thought I died in the arms of the make believe. One
I believe
I gotta be free
Will you lift the curse
You came to get me
I couldn't get me
You told me to breathe
So what do you see
What do you see
What
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