Lyrics:
the champions of the world
I've taken my bows and my curtain calls
You brought me fame and fortune
And everything that goes with it, I thank you all
But it's been
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
I don't need a hundred roses waiting by the
Front door
I don't need a fancy house in the hills
You could rope the moon
And bring me all the stars
of skeletons
I've taken all I can stand
Afraid of what kind of man I am
Does everything stay the same
Or will I break the chain
I will get by
With
amazing
Your love is kind
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
Your love is my home
Jesus Your love is all in all
Yeah, my soul was changed by the love and the grace
Of my
and the reason of time
The racing white horses
All these feelings and forces
The truth to believe in or find
You are everything you are everything
Yeah I know
outweigh all the loneliness
I'll be here when she falls back to earth
And I'll be kind, I'll be everything
You can't find in the streets at least I can try
Yeah this one right here goes out to all the baby's mamas, mamas
Mamas, mamas, baby mamas, mamas
Yeah, go like this
I'm sorry Ms. Jackson (oh),
life trying to be all I can be
It's kind of hard trying
To represent the G-O-D
The sun, moon and stars everything to me
Through knowledge, wisdom
Lately I've been going through the motions can't you tell
Why would anybody choose this kind of hell
I've been going through the ways to say I'm fine
Oh well
I'm the kind of guy that always needs
Somebody oh well
I'm the kind of guy that tries to keep me
Someone oh, somebody
Someone to walk with
you
In my time
One thing I've learned
If you play with fire
You get burned
Oh, baby, it's true
I got burned by you
I put everything I had
gawk and stare
At a bitch killed by overconfidence
Ambivalence
Change will leave me dead
But there's a kind smile at the bed that extends their hand
Am I
between her legs
A-pining for my wife
But then by and by it all went wrong
I fell washed up on a shore
She stared down at me from up in the storm
And I
When everything is wrong till it's right
With their man
Like some kind of miracle
Yeah, by some kind of miracle
That's right
And it makes
These days
I'm on that same vibe
The kind that hates life
The kind that fakes, I
Will have to rate time
Well, everything I needed
I didn't get to see it
I think
not even baby momma heaven or girl from the club
Wait pause no more play I think I need me a sub
She want everything by any means (Including trust)
the least gift of all of the gifts of the Spirit because it depends upon another gift which is divers kinds of tongues to operate.
It does not operate unless
on the next nigga's mackin' style
And it's all from head, passin' round the mic
Never even care who you sounded like
Sound like Snoop Dogg, then you switched
of the dearly departed
Tyrone survived by his mother Barbara
His two year old daughter T'want to
And the baby's mamma Sandra
[He's a murderer! That animal
complicated.
Then everything seems alright for now.
This kind of love is so fucking hard to find tonight.
Extend your hand out to me.
Lead me to water just
manifold entreaties, many a tear,
Many a sad kiss by day and night renew'd
(Sure that all evil would come out of it)
Besought him, supplicating, if he cared
I don't want to die man
I just want to fly (fly)
I can't think of all the ways that I've always cried (cried)
I just want you to be one of a kind
of myself
I want to be
All that You want me to be
but everything's broken in me
I just need some kind of peace
Please help me be
All that You want me to be
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