Lyrics:
the word
Don't repeat what I've heard, (Uh uh) or I've seen or observed
The only form of informer is one tagged by the coroner
And I grab the pooper scoop
grounded 'til she's dead
Well here he comes around the bend
Slowing down, she's jumping in
Hey mom, you're daughter's gone
And there they go again
to a trick the nigga who
persuaded her to sell ass like hoes suppose too
now how in the fuck do you think a pimp is slippin
surrounded by all these hoes
that's
God on high
Here my pray
In my need
You have always been there
He is young
He's afraid
Let him rest
Heaven blessed
Bring him home
Bring him home
33: 20 - 23 [NIV]
20 But,” he[the Lord] said, “you cannot see my face, for no one may see me and live.”
21 Then the Lord said, “There is a place near me
There's a hymn that we sing at times in church
That is called "It Is Well With My Soul"
It was written by a man named Horatio Spafford
A man who knew
Instinct is something which transcends knowledge
We have, undoubtedly
Certain finer fibers
That enable us to perceive truths when logical deduction
Roll Me Back in Time Lyrics
He was just a boy of seventeen
And I was older by a year
And we spent everything we ever made
To get away from here
The temporary methods
Lead me back on my knees
To a place
Where I would wonder
Why there's nothing to see
Blinded by the sight
Of all the lies in-between
Deceived
these closet racists got a leader to report
But we ain't wit the shits what you thought
There's no way I can go back to the way it was
Take it lying down
love, cause
This is my room and you don't pay rent
Not tryna start an argument
But I'm a need you to head to the door
So you can be halfway there by 4
a believer
Faith fills my life with great purpose
There's great joy in every step
I'm drawing closer to my Savior
He's the life within my breath
As I walk by
to significance, there's no comparison
I roll in my grave, but it's your dirt that I'm buried in
I made you, to think you're above me is arrogant
You call me
of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your daddy, he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw
of coffee 'fore I go
To the valley below
Your daddy, he's an outlaw
And a wanderer by trade
He'll teach you how to pick and choose
And how to throw
alarmed if he takes you by the arm
I won't let him win, but I'm a sucker for his charm
Trouble is a friend
Yeah trouble is a friend of mine, oh oh
Oh
bro its okay
They do not understand, i miss my bro i want him back
So this is my goodbye, imma honor him he my bro forever
I ain never said goodbye, so
Whiskey and coke
To cope
All the pain that I can't see
Oh well, who knows
And what is life?
When I'm lost inside the darker parts
Of my mind
And who
All good children go to Heaven
Here comes the sun king
Here comes the sun king
Everybody is laughing
Everybody is happy
Here comes the sun
with mirrors
There's a man there at the bar
Reminds you of somebody
He says I know who you are
He's right, I know I could be him
But anyway who is
won
When you see the storm is coming
See the lightning part the skies
It's too late to run
There's terror in your eyes
What you do then is remembered
coming,
See the lightning part the skies,
It's too late to run-
There's terror in your eyes!
What you do then is remember
This old thing you heard me say:
you've won
When you see the storm is coming
See the lightning part the skies
It's too late to run
There's terror in your eyes
What you do then is
The mind is the Buddha
But there's no defining a Buddha
There's No i in the Buddha
Nothin but divine in the Buddha
Try n find me a Buddha
If you do,
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