Lyrics:
that God hath to us
God is love
And he that dwelleth in love
Dwelleth in God
And God in him!
Pure religion
And undefiled
Before God the Father is this:
steppin' over steps, ayy (yeah, yeah)
(Real ice, real ice) step by step, ayy
(yeah, yeah, yeah, real ice, real ice)
Step (yeah, moneybags) step (Ooh, bad
Swear that I'm livin' it yeah
Yeah
This is the time of my life
I swear that I'm livin' it yeah
Got some real ones by my side
You know that we killin' it
sure[00:41.67]Look, they mad now I'm up, I don't feel bad now[00:44.35]They stuck[00:45.02]I had to find peace with some niggas, now I don't need shit from you
will say I stepped right
And whether through religion, or stopped by the cop
shinin' his flash in my face, I'm bound to see the light
[Incomprehensible]
father is outside
Tell him I got bit by a spider and my leg hurt
Tell him to come outside
Yeah, mhm, I appreciate you
Alright, look at his lil' bad ass
I love you completely
I guess I'm kinda mad about you
I love you, I love you I do
Love overcomes all of my senses
Lowers all of my defenses, yeah
in these golden tones
i’m Kobe Bryant before that chopper was over flown
survive the jungle by reading defenses, we know the zones
we keep the real
(and we said we'd never change)
But bad business with mad friends, aha, glass egg
Used to be my homie, me and you was chillin' though
Now that shit
Wax off on wax on
Smoking that strong
Put the kief in the bong
We been going all night long
Bad bitch in back
And I know what she on
Know what she
and fall Burn the savior to honor the scribes Silence! Mass has begun originality shunned by religion Faith is the fuel for your survival""
Bitches know I'm Havin stack them racks in the Mattress 45
Never lacking pull Up What's Bracking she keep
Talking bad ain't gone spare the Past keep
Well this one got a have the perfect body
Really wanted see a bad bitch I call hotty
Now I got to stay
Call em peanut butter jelly
On-site
leaving after the song
So you ain't gotta feel no
Way about Jay so long
At least let me tell you why I'm this way
Hold on i was conceived by Gloria
Carter
True Religion on my jeans
Money it don't mean a thing
If you're not by my side
Cause baby you my ride or die
Baby we can touch the sky
Then I could touch
piano man
With a bad sense of religion
Chorus:
There are times
That I'm lonely
But I choose to be alone
When I am hurt
By your memories
When I am
Waiting on the sunrise, waiting on the sunrise
Maybelline, you bad religion
Been lost and I've been sinnin'
I'll be gone by the break of dawn
Just to get
sat in a game at the Miner's Saloon soon I had doubled my stake
The cards run like they'd been dealt by Lady Luck they were just sealin' my fate
A young
Why should it matter how it started
Bad science creates bad medicine inspired by a bad religion
Masquerades as good intention
I've tried I've
Alone I left into the world
Not a thought or concept of who I was
All I knew was I was going to
Finally be me
I got scooped up by the people I wanted
pollinated by the "Be"
Pac called it the rose that rose from concrete
How do you define divine that finds street?
"Hip bop," the color of my leaves
Not
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
mother gave birth but she really never had me
Left to the hood to play daddy
Raised by niggas named Butch, Scoot or Bae-Bae
With weight so they weigh
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