Lyrics:
in the yard
But it's gettin' harder
By the crossroads (you gotta meet me)
Oh, we're goin', we're goin' great
At the edge of town (tropic corridor,
how great is the Lord
VERSE 2
Turning left and right over night
Being so afflicted with worries in my bed
Oh oh
Jesus oh most high God
Remember my soul
all too crazy
I bought a ring than caught a fling
Yeah I called you baby
It don’t scare me to be honest, I made a huge 180
Only by the grace of the Lord
FitzWilliam have a care
Fallen is your star low
Up with halbert out with sword
On we'll go for by the Lord
Fiach MacHugh has given the word
Follow me up
dare
Now FitzWilliam, have a care, fallen is your star low
Up with Halberd, out with sword, on we'll go, for by the Lord
Feach MacHugh has given
Only you Lord
Only you.. Yeah....
Na only you
Na only you can save Papa
Na only you can heal Papa
Na only you
Na only you
Na only you can save
""He is my refuge
My fortress, my God, in whom I trust""
Surely He will save you from the fowler's snare (the Lord will save you)
And from the deadly
was sin and the rest was the devil mans blues
Think if his logic is a ringer then all those dead folk singers got the hot end of the big pitchfork
called out to a God who is good
And He lifted me up
Now I'm washed by the Blood
Which gifted me with everything I'll ever need
And it's heavenly such
right there next to me
Holdin’ on to my hand
This is supposed to be
Everything that it’s supposed to be
Now we bless the Lord together, we bless the Lord
on deaf ear? One must be absurd
Holy Spirit the comforter He be calming your nerves
The Earth is The Lords Can't purchase the cross the work that it costs
And if one day I should become
A singer with a Spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue
I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from
And if one day I should become
A singer with a Spanish bum
Who sings for women of great virtue
I'd sing to them with a guitar
I borrowed from
glorious kingdom
Caliphate caliphate caliphate
God is great God is great God is great
Caliphate caliphate caliphate
Cut his head cut his head cut his head
will be weakened by weak mean and fake friends
What good is being good when the good say you great
What good is being great if the people can't relate
the old man down,
He never doubted that the rumor was real.
But there the old man stood by the store front,
With his white cane hanging from his belt.
faithfulness
Great is thy faithfulness
Morning by morning new mercies I see
All I have needed they hand have provided
Great is thy faithfulness Lord unto me
know and believe
the Lord is calling you to do
See we live by Joshua 1:9
Be strong and courageous
Don't be afraid or discouraged
For the Lord your God
The streets are paved with tourists
And the record companies flourish
Lord knows every singer wants to be the king
But some of them couldn't take it
The streets are paved with tourist and the record companies flourish,
Lord knows every singer wants to be the king.
But some of them couldn't
machine
Is strapped across their shoulders
And then the kerosene
Is brought down from the castles
By insurance men who go
Check to see that nobody is
world is not our own
And our savior is coming soon
Three times I asked
That this thorn of mine
Might be removed
Lord might it be removed
And when He
alone, please come right away
We need you
We need a savior, we're crying out for you
Come by here lord, we are waiting on you
No matter how great, no
to your celebration pop you like a cork
If you survive one day thank the Lord
I'm from a place where this shit is not pretty
Bunch of real and fake niggas
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