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Jesus is Love

Commodores

All the Great Love Songs

1984

yeah)

One more thing I want to say
Who can heal your body? (Jesus)
Who can make you strong? (Jesus)
Who can help you to hold out (Jesus)
A little

L4.                            ←- C
With delta-V a little high, but fusion drive full bore.
"Cap'n Murphy callin' in this day of August 4.
'A claimin'

nothing
Wednesday and Thursday nothing
Friday for a change a little more nothing
Saturday once more nothing
Fucking nothing, sucking nothing
Flesh and sex,

words, words

In August '45-trine to keep his own alive
Harry Truman told the Japanese, "this fighting's gotta stop,"
Any more lives bein spent, he said he

on 'em
Dope money with a band on it
Half gold, we got a hand on it
D-boys still ball the same
Just gotta little bit of glam on it
Yah

I got flames

Just Like You

Lecrae

Rehab

2010

victim of Lucifer's lies
But then in steps Jesus,
All men were created to lead but we needed somebody to lead us
More than a teacher,
But somebody to buy

I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Mary Jane gotta hold devil wants me dead
I'm still up in here
I'm hanging by a thread
Smoking roaches

me more like Jesus
Every day a little more like Jesus
Crucify my flesh with Yours 
That my new life might be secured 
Everything I do, done so I can

majority in the case of purely internal
affairs,--
ARTHUR:  Be quiet!
DENNIS:  --but by a two-thirds majority in the case of more--
ARTHUR:  Be quiet!  I

I need Jesus
I never won't
Gotta keep seeking
Things that he spoke
His word I believe with
All of my soul
He tore me to pieces
To be made whole

Woah

right with the light
No more with the dark
Blessings in twos like Noah's ark
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus
Please make 'em all believers
But if they don't we

move forward by the aid of symbols 
and we change those symbols as we move forward.
Who said that? Is there an echo in here? A catalectic tetrameter

on you:
This would've been just a little match
And I knew I would've lost you
What I love in August, stays there
I was so in love with you. nBut I never

Tha God!
You fish stick eating
Saditty ass niggas man
Fuck that give em' more
GIVE EM MORE!
Yo
Poor Chris rock, but the nigga really play too much

Frenchies that a little
Look like twins (yeah)
I can get you what you want
Just tell what you tryna spend
(What you tryna spend)
Got a blueberry farm by

single
buying public have got in your greasy sweaty horrible... oooh! How is your stereo still spinning around and
that little needle bouncing up and down

one all
In all, they gave me magazines, tea
Some better soap than the prison's soap
An earphone radio, and extra chow

There's Chris
Who gave me

Like the shadows of the morning,
'climb up to the August afternoon.
Charlie has a way,
Of picking up the day,
Just by walking slowly in a room.

by my own strength
Imma need yo help I'll call your name
Yeah
This ain't a war against flesh and blood
Jesus saved me with precious blood
On the cross

the movie American Pie
Caught stroking heavy by Gene Levy
But he was a cool guy
And good old Oz is getting frisky in choir
Singing, "Chris will be the way

back
But now I know
I have authority
In the Name
Above all other names
I'm wasting no more time
I'm taking my stand
Little by little
I'm taking

(nah) (either one)
Just a colorblind kid caught somewhere in the middle
I don't discriminate, hell

I'm a little bit redneck, mother (yeah, yeah,

(let her go)
Let me tell you how we start
It was the eighth night of August told her we can start a fire
Little did I know she would be back the next

much more what to say
But I know
I have a heart like the sea
A million dreams are in me 

[CHRIS]
Good Jesus, John, who is she? 

[AMERICANS (AND CROWD)]