Lyrics:
My father said: 'Son, ya better sit down...
or somebody gonna put you in the ground!'
But no, I ain't listening
I make my own decisions,
there was more to the story than that
'Cause she plays things down but according to that
He went missing one day in the morning he ran
She's doing
dung
But him love di fuckry like him son
A him carry mi go buy di gun
Fi shot dem, and deprive dem lung of oxygen
But mommy say shoot fi di future
dem
only betray you like Judas
Well bring it on beast, I'm God's creature
Try to go against me and the Lord, we will defeat you
It's Father, Son and Holy
When I first heard this song, I was a little boy growing up
Down in the state of South Carolina
The song had been written and recorded by a man
Is that uh, slay bells?
I think so, It's kinda cool though
Yo, Wade Raudi, NC, On the track
Mmm
Lets hit it
buh
Ain't no white Christmas down under
If you're the son of God
Throw yourself down
Surely your father will heed your call
Surely the angels will catch your fall
If you're the son of God
processed vegetable
That had propped it up
Our holy father is probably closer to
The horseshoe crab than sayjupiter
Or so I've beeni can't
Believe what I've
This one is sent out there by The Father
People unu better get unu selves in order
Though shall have no other gods before Him
So be careful how you
video game, no cd, movie in 3D
News!! real fuckin bloody tv, no video game, no cd, movie in 3D
Gangs on every corner, shootin people drivin by
to heaven
To live with Thee there
Away in a manger,
No crib for His bed
The little Lord Jesus (sweet, sweet jesus)
Laid down His sweet head
they call the Master Gee
Well, my name is known all over the world
By all the foxy ladies and the pretty girls
I'm goin' down in history
I, I'm feeling still young
Regrets, I don't have none
You, you only live once
Say you, you only live once
Talking bout life aint no body got two
We
and didn't wait
Role models don't have to be a father it can be anyone
To impact the many sons
The impact the many daughters
The culture starters
Look at what
In the life we live as thugs
Everybody fuckin' wit' us so can't you see
It's hard to be a man
Ridin' wit' my guns in hand
Why explain the game?
anymore
My drive crazy
I ain't stopping anymore
I'm living three lives cah they ain't got it anymore
I kick doors
I ain't knocking anymore
Any problem that
verses
3 and 4 begins
"blessed be the God and Father
Of our Lord Jesus Christ the Father of
Mercies and God of all comfort
Who comforts us in all of our
deep in a four door
Terry driving Peel in the back me sipping a loko
By this time life in the fast lane
We in our prime different place the same game
surrounded by men
In their own parish church for the very first time
Accused of witchcraft, casting demonic spells
They placed their necks and their lives
Smoking weed, true indeed
Sick emcees presented by tecca neez
Check it out
Ain't nobody busting like the nigga with a gun up in the middle
sacrificed so much for so long!
They did lay down their lives
To get me in the Kingdom!
So, I praise the Lord!
For my God is good!
The One and Only
Lord Jesus
Million dollar ideas, son a thinker, but he surrounded by negative peers
Minds of seventh graders
Several haters, several losses
Had to get his weight up
lives, I'ma make things right
With the wrongs I've done, that's one of you now
With the Father, Son, 'til then, I fight
Rain on me, put the blame on me
A Lumberjack,
It Chops Me Downs And My Confession Is Throws Me Out Of Whack,
Til This Day I Meditate Relationships We Could Of Had,
Father Son , You Bother None
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