Lyrics:
Each one cut by hand, by master glassworkers"
She draws her eyes from me for
A second to look up
"Takes one's breath away to think about it"
Mum loves
the song play
The long way, the strong way
It's our day, it's our way
This was all inspired by a little Marvin Gaye and Chardonnay
Hold up, hold up, hold
Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up, Hold up
Talk to the, talk to the, hand
Bitch, you talkin' to a grown ass man
It's, like way way
of my life and more.
I'll hold his hand and wipe his tears and guide him through the coming years
And so years went by all this time she was chasing
The healing hand of God
Reaching out and mending broken hearts
Taste and see the fullness of His peace
And hold on to what's being held out
The healing hand
on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would
gangsta)
[Missy]
Oh is that your bitch
Why she all in his six?
With her hand on his dick
Keep licking her lips
Is that your bitch?
Why she all in his ride?
they yak can't hold me back
So baby, whassup with that? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Tell me where the party at
[Timb]
Pick it pick it pick it
surprised to see anyone you knew
in this town,
except your water man,
who you always see,
wherever you are.
He holds his hand
with his hand,
in the palm,
On the mountainside
Reaching out, reaching out
Over the great divide
Solid rock and burning sand
Weathered by the hand of time
Standing high above the storm
so you look them in the eye and say hi
Just smile and say, hi ,hi, hi
Then walk by
Give the a wink and say hi, hi , hi, hi
The highs tripping I love
can hold
His hand will never change
You know you can trust in him
He remains the same
And I'm covered by his love
Cause I wear his name
(God's hands
on the whole human race
He says "I'm somebody"
He's got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart
He says "Don't hurry, baby
Somebody up there
leave me alone
Devils got a hold of me
Devils got a hold of me
Devils got a hold of me
(Devils got a hold of me)
Pen in my right hand, beat
on the out-of-work streets
Before he began to understand
Before he began to understand
And Joe got hired by a bowery bar
sweeping up the saloon
As his rag would
autograph
Swear to God nigga! Swear to God!
I'm sure his ass won't make a confession
But they can tell by your facial
Expression it's not a lie
You can't
God gat ME in His plans
His plans for life
I never slip I... never slide
He'll always hold me
By his side Coz
God gat me in his plans
See I'm never
nigga jookin' on the back block
In the kitchen whippin' 'til my hands hurt
Foreign door, Push got the trap spot
Couple nights shovin' hard by my damn
the turf (what?)
Maybe I'll tap your gla**, I got some cheers for you
For they yak can't hold me back
So baby, wha**up with that? (yeah, yeah, yeah)
on the whole human race
He says, I'm somebody
He's got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart
He says, don't hurry, baby
Somebody up there (somebody)
on the whole human race
He says, I'm somebody
He's got his eye on your soul, his hand on your heart
He says, don't hurry, baby
Somebody up there (somebody)
And love her like Jesus
Love her like Jesus
Lord of all creation holds our life in His hand
The God of all the nations holds our lives in His hands
The rock
Chamberlain
One foot in, one out of the chamber lands
Gave his life to God on his death bed, praying hands
Hold me father, I'm a 70's soul with vices
Heavily
hand
Miracles for my hand
When I fly I nogo land
Cause e hold my hand
e put money for my
School shoes for my hand
Fine massa for my hand , for my hand oh
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