Lyrics:
in this old world
One's a boy and his good girl
The other's the kind I'm aiming for
Two kinds of love
Two kinds of love
Gets 'em up in the morning
Now he's no stranger he's a friend to me gave his life just to set me free
He knows I know that he loves me Jesus is my kind
Everybody sings Jesus is my
its my time now
I depend on his shine like my lights out
These lines divine a Most High shout
The bible defines what my kind bout
As pride reclines
Love Sweet Love
Words & Music by Eric Stuart
I'll never
Find better
I've found the greatest treasure
No finer thing any money can buy
Together
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
C-gutta, Roc-A-Fella, 400s and better (uh, uh)
Lil' Cease push threes with five in his eyes
Knocking "Not Gon' Cry" by Mary Blige
I die for my niggas
head, I'm out my mind
We got that love, the crazy kind
I am his, and he is mine
In the end, it's him and I, him and I
[Verse 1: G-Eazy & Halsey]
My '65
Tryin' to make it real, yeah
Compared to what?
Where's that bee and where's that honey?
Where's my God and where's my money?
Unreal values, crass
2x
I like to cuddle in the same breath I love my space
I love the sex but at the same time I love the face
Some of y'all can't be replaced
But some
ain't no difference
Little sis know he been missin'
Newark done did him in
This city wasn't no good he kept his distance
I feel bad he had my strap
Cause
Eric fought me, made me tougher
Love you for that my nigga no matter what bro
Marcy raised me, and whether right or wrong
Streets gave me all I write
Eric fought me, made me tougher
Love you for that my nigga no matter what bro
Marcy raised me, and whether right or wrong
Streets gave me all I write
Excuse me, I have revival
Mek me praise mi God
R.i.p. Breonna Taylor
R.i.p. To George Floyd (leave me alone)
I ain't tryna hate on my own kind
tyrants
Yeah, my passion's underrated, I'm David fighting Goliath
I triumph against all odds with God's favor, bride of his highness
My guidance & yes, my
on the board and jumped right into the deep end. Before they could react. I just started swimming. They love that story.
At this time in my life, I kept saying
called my phone like
"Holla they sayin' Cassidy let Calicoe
Hear his rounds for you" i'm like
"So? Like that's gon' save him"
Well at the face off I was
(Uh) yeah (yeah)
Expect the unexpected (yeah)
(Uh, yeah, yeah, uh), yo
It's kind of hard to keep faith in the things that you do
When everybody
up Eric Church
And what's-his name, that Church man
'Cause I stay preachin', no Walter stan
There's a Holy Ghost as my side man
He's a good profiler
even lie, shawty you my kind of lady
So what you doin' lately?
Let you count my money, baby
You 1hunnid so that means you meet my standards, baby
I
Heading straight on in to the afterlife
I'm leaning to the left, I got my head in her lap
Hold on, I've been led into some kind of a trap
Where we ask no
to close my jacket the air kind of feels colder now
My man J V serenades the city on em keys
As I walk home alone these streets look prettier to me
Than in
heart's the one that's calling you
I switched my investments, bitch, I got a different prostitute
Different kind of love, different kind of attitude
Some
of reach of reason
Caught up in the lies of all the Devil's demons
Caught up in the lies of all the Devil's demons
Even gangs show love
If the church won't
money, take money money
My man Tay-Kwan like the chicks a lot
Even when he hustled he kept them in his spot
He liked to fuck a lot and make the rubber pop
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