Lyrics:
Method man and Mary J your all that I need believe
With My Hand in my heart
No games Loves all I Got
And I'm still tripping and I'm still slipping
Cause
children all around
Father up above, why in all this anger
Do you fill us up with love love love
Love love love
Love love is all around
you?
'Cause I need freedom, too
I break chains all by myself
Won't let my freedom rot in hell
Hey! I'ma keep running
'Cause a winner don't quit
kitty call me Carlos Hyde
Got that bitch singing like Mary J. Blidge
I can't lie yo she be feigning in the back streets
She kind of a thottie if you ask
is not for you
On my J-O with beats by Kanye, yo
My name on the marquee
Your name off the payroll
Style fresh like I'm still a day old
And it's been
Three days later was this wedding down in Cana; Mother Mary participated
Plus Jesus & the discip's came there
Halfway through the Gala they started
Oh Father, what do you see?
cre you well pleased in me?
I always longed to be
Worthy of the faith you put in me, and
It would make me sad if I
de ton passé
Post-bad bitches post-bad dead by the way
I want know what you thinking right now
I want know what you doing in this club
Post-bad
and events. Following his father's way of life who was as a club house dj. He received an award of recognition in 2013 from Business of Fashion hosted by Asaoke
and events. Following his father's way of life who was as a club house dj. He received an award of recognition in 2013 from Business of Fashion hosted by Asaoke
hope, new joy He brings
Won't you listen to the angels sing
Glory, glory, glory
To the new born King
He was herald by the angels
Born in a lowly
Won't you listen to the angels sing
Glory, glory, glory to the new born King
He was herald by the angels
Born in a lowly manger
The virgin Mary was His
travelling
Rhymes rattling
I'm battling
Clocks tattling
She paddling
Snakes rattling
Mary Magdalene
My adrenaline
Father telling him
Seeing hell in 'em
Guns
respecting you always, cause you a real woman
Mother of creation, Godly-type woman
A nation can't rise no higher than its woman
Like Mary J, this real love is
boys and her name is Mary Jane
'Cause I burn (big dope) with my dogs
Joe Clay rolled a blunt so big this shit look like a log
In my dressing room but
her traumatized
Should've been home on thanksgiving I apologize
The guilt that's in my spirit can't be quantified
And when I ain't have a father uncle
The road from Nazareth to Bethlehem
Long and dusty
The soft thud of the donkey's hoof, step by step
Joseph picks out a careful path
Mary sways
Mary, you are highly favoured
Favoured by the Father
Who's worthy to be praised
Virgin Mary
You will bear a son who’s
Name will last forever
The Son
Entre tes mains
Papa c'est entre tes mains que j'ai la solution de mon cœur
Father in your hands there I found the answer of my heart
Papa c'est
all to Jesus Christ you know I do
He was born to be
Known as everybody's brother
He is the Father, Son, and Mary is His mother
He is a 'scuse my
gon do
With my (nigga j.t.) the bigga figga, that's my nigga
Representin (frisco, in case you didn't know)
(we blow by like jerry rice
Come back with
The halls were filled with publicists and
Escorts who had to pretend not
To be dazzled by those
They were escorting minaj
Had walked in a few minutes before
I'm standin' at the doorway
My head bowed in my hands
Not knowin' where to sit
Not knowin' where I stand
My father looms above me
For him there is
the mic like L2 I finesse and fly to outter space, no you can't relate Nkulaba mu virtual realite
Where's the J Jelafini, gat no munchies Lya fene
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