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rating). Our criminal institutions are full of little creeps like you who do wrong things...
and many of them were driven to these crimes by a horrible
you would have to believe
In things like Heaven and in Jesus and the Saints
And all the Prophets and...
Yeah, yeah, God is great
Yeah, yeah, God is
things from my younger years
As you can see it weren't all happy times there were a couple of tears
Those younger years primary school free time
I
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
And you struggle to believe
No one could hear your story
Even justice had to leave
All I know
All we are is all alone
(Man is made of flesh and bone)
those things
The effort something takes
Honouring work ethic and achievement
When and where it's due
"Hurry up, Teddy, our seats are in row 57
And these
Estoy loca
Enamorada, de ti
It seemed to be like the perfect thing for you and me
It's so ironic you're what I had pictured you to be
But there
just not that evolved yet
That's the only thing I still forbid
But in all seriousness, even though that was true, I want to make sure not to limit you
I
Like a hot buttered pop da pop da pop dibbie dibbie
Pop da pop pop, don't you dare stop
Come alive y'all, gimme whatcha got
I guess by now you can
(Uncle Lupe)
Alright it's time to go to sleep
(Hey Uncle Lupe)
What?
(Can you please tell us a bedtime story?)
Ugh, it's late man
Okay, okay okay,
do
The things that keep your heart from falling in two
So let's write a story, the story of us
I'll grab you a pen so you don't leave out all
myself up
I am weak I am weary I was formed from the dust
Let me fall if I should lift myself up
Undeserving of Your mercy by all the wrong that I've done
Tell yourself nothing's impossible
Because with God, all things are possible
In life, you can fly
Look up to the sky
God's grace is all you need
You can
on a shelf
All the pain I held inside
Finally I'll set it free
Givin you the true me
Are you likin' what you see
Music's an artform
I'll be free with my
All on snap with the stories (With the stories)
Best friend in the back you recordin' (You recordin')
Yeh, it's like you do it off instinct (Instinct)
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts go
You're a song written by the hands of God
Don't get me wrong 'cause this might sound to you a bit odd
But you own the place where all my thoughts go
the hell I always mess up things
Bruh
But it's done shit's old now
Reassemble the squad and go all out
Liquidate investment from the small house
Reinvest in
These night stories are real
I fooled myself all these night
Every night everything is a surprise to me
And how you look is to see the prey
That you
story ehh oh nor nor
Have you listen to my song
Bang all the time i de give them jam all em fan big love from my side
Many time i cry them not taking
you?)
Things might seem dark
But they could become clearer
By taking a look
In the mirror
(Ask me anything!)
When the story ends (Whoa)
You'll feel it all
everyone about the things you know
Tell them all the stories that are just for show
Tell them all the stories that are just for show
Come on, take the floor
The Bridge
The Bridge
The Bridge
The Bridge
The Bridge
Queensbridge
Why don't you wise up
Show all the people in the place that you are bright
Make
Estoy loca
Enamorada de ti
It seemed to be like the perfect
Thing for you and me
It's so ironic you're what I
Had pictured you to be
But there are
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