Lyrics:
Swing low
Sweet chariot
Gonna pick us up
You got to swing low
Sweet chariot
If you're gonna pick us up
Bring us all back home
Bring us all back home
on me.
You can work miracles, this I know,
I don’t care how You do it, just bring him back home.
Jesus, you know I believe You can bring him back
somebody come and bring me home
Lost on an island no one knows
Where the sun is hot and the jungle grows
There's a monkey in the tree and he's wearing my
beat you home
You think we was acting about making but you're wrong
We in a pizzimping and ??? bitches bring it on
Bring it on, huh, bring it on,
Dance for me baby alright
Baby girl just dance for me
Do it all night yeaeee hey
Run it up run it up run it up whoeeewww
Bring it up bring it up
to have you near me
All the lights on the tree
Everything's glistening
I need you by my side
It's almost Christmas Time
Good 'Ol Saint Nick
Bring him home
to say
It ain't Christmas
If I sit at home without you, I pray
Pray that you'll be the gift the angels bring
Guilt follows me like a shadow
If given
Stay at home, stay at home
Stay at home, stay at home
Lady says she needs your love
It just can't come from up above
She doesn't want to be by
letter to Mr. Santa Claus (tell him, girl)
From all the single girls back home (alright)
Bring me a man (bring me a man, bring me a man)
This
Yeah I made that
Come on
Trying to take your ass back home
Where you belong
Get on my song
I just wanna see how you take it on
On on
Bring it up
Tone it
you
Love it
Again
Hello, hello, hello my love
Welcome back home here by my side
You bring me love, you bring me love
With you alongside by side
I fell
it on, on, on, on, on
Sweet pleasure
How I feel for you i can't explain
Sweet pleasure
Bring it on, bring it on, bring it home
Bring it on, bring it
to their homes
And set fire to their homes
And set fire to their homes
And set fire to their homes
And set fire to their homes
And it all shall fall by
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
needs (Jesus, Lord)
Sittin' by myself, I'm just thinkin'
About all I've been through, I wish I was dreamin' (Jesus)
Man, it's hard to be an angel
got crazy on the side lately, tell her don't scream
Kick it like dojo, know you used to the finer things
Raised from good homes, imagine how that pussy
Yea
La mf mettle business
I'm just vibing out
Know what I'm saying
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We bring the vibes out
Mullah
We bring the vibes out
house
I'll bring it all on home to you, to your house
There'll be no black, there'll be no white in your house
There'll be no day, there'll be no night
I sleep on my tongue and I stand by it to
I can say lots with a little words or few like
Adam had 'em yeh meed the madame
I'll introduce you to the...
hollowed out rope chain
It's me Kardinal, Black Jays on it now
Nuff respect but from you? I don't want it now
Cheah!
Ho, bring the fire out!
Ho, bring
on the road
Get that money outta town
And bring that chicken back home
Shit get slow I'll check with my hoe
She gone pull up with some dough
And bring that
own
I'm 5'10
She 5'10
Sitting on 8
You know what it is when I bring it home babe
First off that's all me
My lady She can't even walk by me
I put
brings me 'round again to find
I'm not the man they think I am at home
Oh no, no, no
And this is what I should have said
Well, I thought it, but I kept
got crazy on the side lately, tell her don't scream
Kick it like dojo, know you used to the finer things
Raised from good homes, imagine how that pussy
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