Lyrics:
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
facts
I stand amongst he square with a youth, phony prevail
Anythin other than that nigga, just condemned by hell
Is you slick just to do the shit like
there even be a show?
No, it should start with what he's thinking
Which is just a cursor blinking
'Cause of all of the directions that the narrative
liquor
It's nothin' for me, I just buy the bar quicker
Oh my God, nigga, I'm in the house, and I'm rowdy
He been doin' this since five thousand
Are we not the living proof of the idiot God who placed us here
Are we not His dirty children, His unwashed sons who He holds dear
Are we not
Are we not the living proof of the idiot God who placed us here
Are we not His dirty children, His unwashed sons who He holds dear
Are we not
Yea, so we got this tune called "for women" right
Originally, it was by nina simone
She said it was inspired by, you know
Down south, in the south,
the other guy loses
He's gonna be on CNN
It's OK
That's what I say
It's gonna be OK
All Saints Day 2020
Vote your conscience, God bless America
And by
Staring out at the old man
Watching the trains go by
Well, he lives his life on promises
But I'm afraid the promise is all he's got
You know
can see God's unborn son
Playing with a loaded gun
All our sins
He'll die for us
Or did somebody lie to us?
I can see the shape of God
not but he's so bizarre he might switch it up quick like a pro and start
Flowing fast, smoking gas to elevate
Say hi to God while I'm passing by
Noah OD
You the best living version of me
GOD IS LOVE
AND HE THAT DWELLETH IN LOVE
DWELLETH IN GOD
AND GOD IN HIM
I see people in the street
Getting
the peasants like
They tried to fuck his woman while he slept inside
Well they're merely chasing perfectionist emblems
When the clock strikes nine
I'll be
Luke thirteen three
"I tell you no! But unless you repent you too will all perish"
Repent for the kingdom of God is near so hear and believe
I cry
I'll make amends in Gods revenge
My savior lifts me high
Pushed by God pulled by christ
Speak a word that'll shed some light
Pushed by God
Chestnuts roasting on an open fire
Jack Frost nipping at your nose
Yuletide carols being sung by a choir
And folks dressed up like Eskimos
Everybody
first step,
I made it out i'm bringin' mad joy,
The doctor looked and said he's gonna be Bad Boy!
I remember back in time,
Before all the homies
If the word say to love one another
Then why we judging every book by y the cover like
Uhn uhn uhn uhn uhn
Uhn uhn uhn uhn uhn
I got an idea
Let's
the pen and I jot
Everything I write a lot
Everything that's on my mind
Yeah I stay right on my grind
Yuh using my time
Actually, I'm using God's
But I
a question that I am the shooter
I empty the clip and lay you in a pool of
Blood, see how he got hit with the Ruger?
Blood, bandana that's how we be movin'
screw, I'm that dude
Got the crew we got that crew
Mac and a mac in that back and the act
I did that for my Brooklyn crew
Get that for my Harlem niggas
He
Remember this is heaven
In your speakers
Don't doubt that
Without facts you can feel this
In your spirit
I said it by in large you should be
Edifying God
I
money from that invest to make more.
See when God close a door he open 2 more.
To make sure my faith is replenished n restored.
Eyes on the prize and so
strings
He told me if I haven't learned by now
I should try other things
I'm just a boy from South Florida
Never touched a guitar
And then I moved
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