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Transcend the physical, spiritual individual
Faith followed by works so we’re healing them with the syllables
Third eye visual teaching mystical

with that mess
When I see temptation, I avoid it like a bad ex
My life is in the hands of Jesus, now that's His
I'm unworthy of His mercy like John

Check
Chop chop
Bodies drop
Whop whop
Props, bops to opps
Stop hip-hop homicide
Homie, show me the state can relate
St. Luke, St. John, St. Matthew

between the endless nights.

And by the way here's my theory if punctuation. Instead if a period at the end of each
sentence there should be a tiny clock

hypocrisy
They said God does he have to be
So cavalier and indifferent, can't he even try
Ain't it funny how things change as the years pass by

Somehow he

On n'est pas de la même famille
Shinobi te dit qu'ils veulent tous nous passer au tamis

Oh no, we're in a recession
Shit that was planned by the Bilderberg

and snatch
Shine like the gym, untied tims
Bad bitch pulling on my limbs
Telling all her friends it's him! Feeling like a Don
Grab her by the hand and get

slay instrumental god gifted my mental
Gifted I am shifting I am the gears past these struggles can't flow for a chance
Thinking like damn yeah I need me

hand her a hunnid (What's that)
That's not enough to get a
Bra outta Banana Republic (Broke nigga)

Say, big nuts and a bigger heart
You a scrub in these

says the Jesus
If our God and savior is so great
Peter and Paul say the same thing by the way
You can check Second Peter 1:1 today
CHORUS
From there it's

Your hands, they're always so warm
Maybe in the future I can call them my home
Stop by, come and say "hey"
Get a little closer, I have something

of sinners
If I had my clothes they would be soddened by the river
My leathered skin feels like brail to my God
You could take my soul but the soul has all

Niggas shook my hands but I know deep down they don't even like me
Six feet under by my lonely, that's kinda likely
My homies been droppin' dead since 2019

Yeah , cudiem ye
Late late late
Yeah fuck young money
What you mean?
Yeah young money like young Pablo
Nigga Gods flow
Niggas funny on God words

by the hourrrr , 
Just like Nu brand flex 
Yes 
Wrap chop of course. 
Hollywood stepping YP in Dior

24s kick the door , got the opps 
Wishing. 

Magic

I cut a line for a spot down by the creek
I signed a waiver, broke a deal
But now I'm working by the beach
And I never learned just how to swim,

chose us god damn
Ha ha ha ha
Yeah
And when you get chose by the paper
You just paper
Goofy
Living the paper
The paper I'm livin'
Its Ice Water Man so you

the ground shakes
When he moves they ovulate
Some keep some kill
God! he goes by so many names
Bitch am sipping kasese from the Holy grail
Of holly saints

Um, I remember when we used to walk hand-in-hand under the rain
Taking strolls while you told me you loved me
Over and over again.
For all

do I entertain y'all with my disrespect?
Respectfully (Great John on the beat, by the way)

Lil Nas X gon' catch AIDS and die like Eazy-E (he is)

if ya know what I mean
I then watched as one by one all the stars of TGIF went up
John Stamos was second, Bob Saget third
(I still swear this was

(Dead Eyez God psyche)

Man listen
I know everyone's got a few shit stories
And Every soul's bound to suffer
But I was born plagued by starving

Written by
Tami Laguerre

Produced by
St. John Paull

Thank you for waiting for me
I'm so grateful you waited for me
My eyes were blind I couldn't

just like the flash as people pass us by,
Hands raised to the sky, wondering whether to touch it or testify
Let these legends be rectified, cause when I