Lyrics:
I’ve never been one who doesn’t take full
Responsibility for his actions, but damn
I really don’t deserve this
If I hadn’t traded my blue Marc Jacobs
Yea yeah
Yap I'm in church with the stick
I was smoking on za
For I walked in that bitch
Got my shades on sitting behind tint
Trying talk to my Lord
bring out the gate fence
Y'all love when niggas lacking I gotta be on my defense
Money and followers hide the face dents
When trynna gauge a nigga who
the way it drives
But loves the way it parks
By the river in the moonlight
Listening to the AM station
'Cause the antennas missin'
She's my kind
me
He's comical, original, I'm so lucky
To be his girl
I'm in love and I can't lie
And I can't even tell you why
He's my my my my my kind
female personal trainers, work me out
Go ahead and be a freak girl!
All my women CEOs that love them some prisoners
Go ahead and be a freak girl!
All
ahead and be a freak girl
Nurse by day but at night she's my type
Whoa go ahead and be a freak girl
Teachers let your hair down take your glasses off
I use that
Machete to Butch Cassidy by the way
His two faggot ass sons' names
Is Shane and Cassidy bang! That's blasphemy
That's the main catastrophe
Yall know what the fuck going on man, it's L6 in this bitch, if you broke then get rich
Uh, Yeah, we got all kind of shit, my lil' nigga got some
the day he was born
Ridgeback, Ridgeback
One of those wild kind of men
But if you look him straight in the eye
You'll see the mark of a friend
His
and where's my money?
Unreal values, crass distortion
Unwed mothers need abortion
Kind of brings to mind ol' young King Tut (He did it now)
Tried to make it
and where's my money?
Unreal values, crass distortion
Unwed mothers need abortion
Kind of brings to mind ol' young King Tut (He did it now)
Tried to make it
(I can't use it)
Tryin' to make it real, compared to what?
Where's that bee and where's that honey?
Where's my God and where's my money
Unreal
of his fate
To wait another day would be far too late
"Go fetch me my coat and my tie
And the cheapest labor that money can buy
Saddle me up my buckskin
stay so silent while your kind is callin me mother-
For every man that claims he ain't racist I find another
That ain't scared to embrace his claim not
That's all - I didn't expect
A kind of Spanish Inquisition
Enters, flanked by two junior cardinals
Cardinal Biggleshas goggles pushed
Over his forehead
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
My '65 speeding up the PCH, a hell of a ride
us that love's substantial
And we're all one folk
And then there's Jason Mraz
Using his platform as
A place to spread hope
When we're our most kind
(Pipe that shit up TNT)
(Dmac on the fucking track)
(Tahj Money)
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Bondin' over drugs and pain, dirty Sprite share
My dawg was one
for God or to be His spokesperson.
1 Corinthians 14:1 - 4
1 Pursue love, and earnestly desire the spiritual gifts, especially that you may prophesy.
I remember when I first laid eyes on you
My man Tom introduced us, but I was too shy to say 'hi'
When I finally built up enough nerve to drop
Christ's love is ever new
But he also deals with vice.
-The next four books* are to the Church
cll written by one hand.
They warn the people, not to lurch
start to dance now
The breeze is kind of cold while it's flowing through my hands now
It's getting kind of late, will you love me after 12 now
These days
me
I love the Lord, I love the Lord, I love the Lord
And I believe this his will fooor me
Glory, glory, glory, glory hallelujah
My Father gets
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