Lyrics:
a mil first
You [?], either kill me or get killed worse
Your song's in need of a real verse
Son of the man, God feel me like he feel church
And right
He is Good - He is there in your pain, yeah
Praise Him!
We praise You, Wonderful Councilor
Praise Him!
We praise You, clmighty God
ooh yeah!
We praise
Time For Tomorrow
Time For Tomorrow
We think about tomorrow
Like a plan that's to be done
But our lives, it's always today
Good day, bad day, all
They talk threats, that's good news
Margiela, RAF Simons
Them Rick Owens is good shoes
Getting paid, I'm in a good mood
Old school, slabs in it
to that part of the song where you're welcome to sing along
Good ol' country music...............is here to stay
Good old Hank was known to carry a tune
Aye yo Dub don't this sound like uh
Sunday mornings at Grandma house
It's so soulful
Oh oh
Yea yea we' up and we good baby
Oh oh oh, yea
We' up
I think what made granddaddy great is that he didn't work all day
I'd love the time we spent and I'd go everywhere he went
We'd end up on some old
As the sun slowly rises above the river
I look out over all that God has made
Listen as the day starts to awaken
I thank God for things that never
the days
Get away, get away, get away
Gotta lot on my mind, on my plate
It's too much, I need time, I need space
They gon' make me snap
Back to my old ways
Traveled all day to get here tonight
I'm surrounded by others as we wait for our flights
They come and go all around the world
People crying people
by tons of guys
And going under
I waste deep
I was sold out you couldn't pay me
To sell out
There was no maybe
But God rescued me from death,
Let's do this
JJ
Let's go
Yeah, I told you I don't play
I don't play no games
Told you I don't give a jack about a phase
If you tryna fly by Jack,
the days I wore FUBU
Having beaucoup dreams, deuce-deuce in jeans, my nigga
Now, I'ma end your career in two sixteens, my niggas
If he the God's son, then I
it do knew bout God since a little child it's so true
I just wanna be your only man not number two don't be shame baby take my hand that old school
I never thought I'd see the day we make it out alive
A lot of friends never made it past twenty five
Other guys in the pen doing 25
Tattoo tears
the first time I touched her hand
The rain and the way that felt never let up all week
By Thursday I knew everything about her
And God, the last day I didn't
was hurt by the
pain in her eyes and the tears she cried god why couldnt I've just died
she would kick me out the house after me and her would fight
but
to write these manmade hooks
cmscray from damned fate to make a bad day good
Bad day badder badger back to shatter the plans they pulled
Never cared for
hoppin right out that van they don't play
Watch for nosey neighbors hang by the windows, all day
If you mistake me for a fool and I gotta pull this tool
seen the rain bow back and like BANG
See what I prayed for, yea We good to-night
God said "Right" and I took a right
Changed the way that I look at life
Every day I'll waste away
Recall on every moment that I thought that I was doing something good
And when reality sets on in
Pray to God he's
on the gate
And I only let God in
Get behind me, get behind me
I beg your pardon
Cuz the world is not my home
I feel like a martian
Till the day I die
Till
do have is, good news
For my God knew that manmade words
Would never do, the words are just tools
That we use to point to the truth
So He sent His
Old friend, comrade of mine
Once again you're on my mind
There's always a place, there's always a time
To think of days gone by
We spent too
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