Lyrics:
engines ignite, sparks embark
Navigating through the city, evading each attack,
In this cyberpunk race, there's no retracing the track
[Verse]
In
the den
Surrounded by these hungry lions
Lookin' in the jaws of death
We reach for saving hands
No help will come from men
The Lord is coming
Well,
I am falling
Won’t survive by morning
There’s no glory
In this Christmas story
Lost in pages
I am not outrageous
Help me, Santa!
Is the only mantra
I am falling
Won’t survive by morning
There’s no glory
In this Christmas story
Lost in pages
I am not outrageous
Help me, Santa!
Is the only mantra
of fire
Oh tell us we're going home, tell us that heavenly story and oh
Tell of that homecoming glory it's my favorite story by far
'Cause it tells us
can make me stumble
Our empire will never crumble
We did it for the glory
The glory
Only the glory
We live inside a story
It's a story
All for
and contemplate
I'm fresh off the dank, but I'm telling my story
My relationship, with my folks is give and take
And I done took so much, now gimme my glory
And the crazy thing is he loves us so much he'd do it all over again
That night there were shepherds staying in the fields nearby
Suddenly, an angel of the Lord
glory
hallelu ia
and yeah that'll do
yeah that'll do
this is no ordinary world
we need extraordinary glory
yeah that'll do
yeah that'll do
But I'm blowing on loud, yea that's another story
Catch me in the building on the 37th story with a bad bitch screaming like I'm bringing her to glory
the everlasting light
The hopes and fears of all the years are met in thee tonight
And the Glory of Christmas, is the Glory of Christ
And the Glory
for y'all
And my voice is messed up too, this is the last track of Young Sinatra
Yeah, yeah
Back in the day I wasn't shit, homie
Penny pinching I
feed me
Every day you clothe me
You are the air I breathe
And you always make a way
Where it seems there is no way
Whenever I'm happy
You are always
Quebec,
There's not a man
In Baluchistan
Who isn't a nervous wreck,
In Maine the melancholia
Is deeper than tongue can tell,
In Monaco
All
Quebec,
There's not a man
In Baluchistan
Who isn't a nervous wreck,
In Maine the melancholia
Is deeper than tongue can tell,
In Monaco
All
this girl one time Mary Jane
She was introduced to me by my best friend
She goes around and all of us no complaint
And after we kiss her we complain
We
oh
The lord is my shepherd
For he lifts me in glory oh oh oh
To his glory I testify
Oh oh oh for I am like a tree
Planted by the waters oh oh oh
I
On the cross just for us, the Lord say it is finished
We all blessed, they forget that we in God's image
All Glory to the most high, through him, there's no
you get all street no the chop you get nothing
Absolutely nothing!
Grace oh Grace oh
Whatever you are is by Grace oh
Anything you are is by Grace
There's not a minute that goes by that I don't believe
we can fly.. but I can feel it in the wind
The beginning or the end
So people keep your head
head
She likes to freak was all she said
We jumped in the sheets and we broke my bed
There's another girl, her name is Mary
Talked about sex
and this is how Mary has her ghosts
And into the eyes of the jackal I say ka-boom
Now we begin descent, to where we've never been
There is no going back,
and this is how Mary has her ghosts
And into the eyes of the jackal I say ka-boom
Now we begin descent, to where we've never been
There is no going back,
of the laws of the aware
Come in here dear
Have no fear
Share my atmosphere and hemisphere
So many people have not returned from here
Maybe there's too
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