Lyrics:
do it all alone so You've helped me with favor in man
Mhm
My past choices made things easier for You to pierce Your staff through my soul
Through my
team
Cut by the sword but didn't bleed
Gave his life to Jesus Christ and now he's in the air like weed
Turn him pack, old things have passed away
And now
for
I thank God for what I'm grateful for
Life is passing by
God is eternal
We will never die
Made in His image
Sin does deserve Hell
So, seek
years went by
A nigga was doing swell
Had a few setbacks
But said they'd never see him fail
Really working on his craft
Gained new fame then new hell
heart needs mending, come on by) stop by the potter's house (the potter's house)
Give Him the fragments of your broken life
My friend, the potter wants
thanks to the young king hailing from Alabama
And he goes by the name of Nomrah
And he blessed us with that world premiere of "the pink moon" and uh
I must
Booth Willie:] "Good! Thanks fer askin, pop!"
[M1:] "Aww, that's great, you know, considering yer a fuckin' idiot!"
[Pays toll and drives off]
[Toll
give a groan every swing
The women-folks from miles around heard him and come down
To watch make the cold-steel ring "Lord! What a swinger!
Watch him
God's graces
And the birth of the rebel Jesus
Well they call him by 'the Prince of Peace'
And they call him by 'the Savior'
And they pray to him
ain't really give a fuck bout ya dawg but we put him down because he ain't have a muzzle
Put him on a leash or give him some training so when we see him
could dig it if you could call him from stage. His name is Dirty Tom Nomads M.C.," signed "Thanks, Bear" or "Bean," I can't tell . . . Well, if he's out
I just can’t you
The other day I saw you with a man,
You say he’s nothing but a friend
But you were kissing him don’t pretend
I just can’t you
Why so
of the Lord!
KWIRK
(the effects slow down like a record)
Yeow! That baked him good!
HUNKIE
Oh wow, it looks just like Thanksgiving out there!
KWIRK
I love it when people are complimented on something they're wearing
And they accept the compliment as if it was about them
Nice tie why thank you
Hi I'm Voletta Wallace, Biggie's mom
I wish to thank you for your kind words
You warm gestures and your constant support over the years
I also
Hi I'm Voletta Wallace, Biggie's mom
I wish to thank you for your kind words
You warm gestures and your constant support over the years
I also
He cares for all
He calls on you everyday
He's right at your door
Why not give him a way
He's the ultimate compass
That will lead you not astray
out the mud 'cause every pack that I catch, I stretch
Just 'cause you broke, don't mean you ready for this cake (nah)
So bow your head and give thanks
and someone's got a ton of blankets
Let's give him a blanket
If you're sockless, give him some socks
And if you're holding, don't hold out)
Now you asked
a better world because of you
Joe's a highway worker
I saw him today when I drove by and the sun was hot
A hundred degrees on that blacktop sweatin'
Thank you God for all my setbacks
'Cause he the reason I'm able to give back
This feel like my Sunday morning jetpack
Feel like I sent the prayers
and i unload the clip(grrrd)
Sprayin that shit with unlimited hits(bow)
Give him 2 click and i turned him to bits(fah)
Pop me a perc then I pop at yo
of the red white and blue
They give their lives so we don't have to
They protect our freedom and our right to choose
They protect me
They protect you
Thank you
daddy's so proud of him and don't forget to give my love to Rose
[ guitar - steel ]
Won't you tell them I said thanks for waitin' for me
Tell my boy
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