Lyrics:
i've been waiting for
You and I, together we'll survive
Heaven can wait just a little longer
We'll fight to save another day
We get by, get a little
Call me by my name
And in that time of prayer and waiting
Where doubt and reason dwell
A jury sat deliberating
All is lost
Or all is well
Home,
fucker says let him in
Was that the bite of 87
Bite a bitch in their frontal lobe
Game theory, matpat in heaven
Mangle did that shit we all know
Was that
feminist theory
At our favorite little diner
Going back and forth with me
And I wish that she could see
How much I miss her and me
Sitting on the couch
It's time
It's time, little sparkle in my eye to fly
It's time, little sparkle in my eye
To fly, to fly
Please, Yahweh many named
Don't make go
Yeah, I'm giving it over
Music by Peter Furler and Steve Taylor / Lyrics by Steve Taylor
©©2002 Dawn Treader Music (admin. by EMI Christian Music
marching seven by seven
The little one stops to pray to heaven
And they all go marching down to the ground to get out of the rain
Boom boom boom
the mountain peeks for valleys great and wide
But it's a little more like heaven by your side
It's a little more like heaven where you are
I have sought for
Yeah, huh (hip hop, hip hop, hip hop)
Turn my mic up a little bit (hip hop)
Hit some of this Cali guido (hip hop)
Listen to some motherfuckin',
out of line
Little by little, I'm reclaiming what's mine
A bound has been the ways I went
But it all caused love ain't heaven sent
And sorrow
out of line
Little by little, I'm reclaiming what's mine
A bound has been the ways I went
But it all caused love ain't heaven sent
And sorrow
a little too heavy to fight fair
Unload, reload, cock back, and pop that
And drag to where your top at
And guaranteed that I dropped that
You can't
I once was lost in sin, but Jesus took me in
And let a little light from Heaven fills my soul
He bathed my heart in love, and He wrote my name
from the imperial
In theory, though, low end scenario
It's sound boy burial drove me to classic material
Aerial nights blew my mind out of stereotypes
be surprised by your findings
Get a clue and youtube September Clues
And Judy wood Irrefutable too
The planes look like cartoons
And they played some
both
Lesson learned but truth gets old
Little of heaven, little unpleasant (ooh, ah)
I don't know (ooh, ah)
Little of pleasure, little depression
Me and my bitch, took a little trip
Down to the garden, took a little dip (oh no)
Apple juice falling from her lips took a little sip (boom)
Little
little stars spelling out your name
You gotta come on, come on
Say that we'll be together
Come on, come on
Little taste of heaven
Oh, oh
It's half
little stars spelling out your name
You gotta come on, come on
Say that we'll be together
Come on, come on
Little taste of heaven
Oh, oh
It's half
Benz
You know me I like it wet, rode slowly
By the way baby, how old is you codie
You lookin' a little young to me
And how many you had that girl on,
Little gray donkey, tonight
(A miracle rests on your four small feet)
Little gray donkey, tonight
All Heaven is watching your mission divine
And, over
by, then days went by, then days went by
Here I am
Yeah
I was ? since we was little niggas son since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my
, then days went by, then days went by,
Here I am
I Knew Shawn since we was little niggas son since we were seven
Armed robbery, first degree, my man did
...
Ghetto heaven
I need a little ghetto heaven...
Nana likes brandy, especially peach
She keeps it by the radio
And listens to the Reverend preach
It's
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