Lyrics:
Shit on a nigga don't make me embarrass you
I swear that I could do nothing
This pressure will bury me (Bury me)
One of the things I learned
Time will
I'm taking note of them
Coz' Stevie probably wished that he had
Sight and could hold the lens
Make the revolution televised in the Odeon
One time I was
behind me
Will I ever find another way even though I pray
Judgement day ain't far away from what my momma say
But I'm trapped in this thug livin'
with Greg N-I-see-E or my brother D-are-E-S
And what's up to Lord Finesse
And I'd like to give shouts to my peeps Shorty and Wes
People say I'm soup,
Lord, I saw your face last night
When I looked in the sky
You were smiling
You told me it would be okay
You would make a way
In my dark times
to die
Or live like ghetto zombies
In the house of the Lord
I make relationships with Allah and pray hard
Even though I'm at odds
With what I know
to Jews by the Rhine
But two wrongs don't make it
Right when you occupy Palestine
And white Christians
Mission assisting the end times
Gon' flip they wigs
stress out when the car notes due
Woah, woah, woah, woah
Will they do O'Reilly like they did [?]?
Trump and Spicer just the new age Nazis
Make sure you
A silent guard - Will ever man make a change
our all mother´s kiss, bring relief - Bring relief
What the fuck is this
our youth is cutting short
Yes, there
on the years gone by
And thank the lord that we did buy
The picket fence the front porch and the swing
No words need to be spoken
My love cannot be broken
niggaz are hard plus we all crazy
Wishing I can be a peaceful man and, hoping that the Lord save me
Fuck a nigga named 50 Cent, you nothing but change
This is not God's blessin' my n****
God don't want you to do no
God don't want you to talk about no sex money cars clothes and hoes
What makes you
the unseen
To be seen by the eyes of man
When heaven and earth are hand in hand
Thy will be done
Damn
get set for damage
Prepare the soul
To control
the ways you asked us to
Lord we waited patiently and silently
So you'd hear our plea
So we wait on this new tomorrow
But be wise on who we follow
'Cause no
and thank
The lord, for giving me another way to get paid
King of the motherfucking ghetto where these guns get sprayed
Whether I'm fucking with a bitch, I'm
And steer your course
Until you reach the gods
Enter the sky take a step
Make them see when you arrive
Go all the way until you reach
The gods (We enter
"Fred you need to chill"
I been a BadBoy way before Martin of Will
I'm somewhere parked on a hill on the southside of Germany
That's what the game has
lovin' you
You're the best I ever had
I thank the Lord,
'Cause he took away the bad
Sitting by the fire getting cozy my sweet
I'm so grateful for
declared by a prophet.
One who speaks with the mind that's been stricken.
The prophecy, Lord Buddha Monk is the prophet.
Now you see, now you hear.
Take
Spends every night inside these walls
Dumps the trash and sweeps the halls
And he makes sure
That stained glass shines
Picks up paper in the pews
Same Ol' Fears by Joe Retta
I should no better when will I learn?
They're not gon' bring me down today
I been triyn' to make some sense of it all
Lord, I saw your face last night
When I looked in the sky
You were smiling
You told me it would be okay
You would make a way
In my dark times
Taking as Jesus did
This sinful world as it is
Not as I would have it
Trusting that You will make all things right
If I surrender to Your will
So that
Written by Mikkel SE / H Rustan / TE Hermansen
When I'm down and out
Lord knows I've been hurt before
Just about to give up
When I think I can take
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