Lyrics:
Whoa, whoa
Lord, You're exalted
What is man that You look upon him (oh whoa)
It is so humbling (humble)
That you even call me your friend (call me)
that wishing well
They call it Hollywood, I call it hell
If you like popping pills it'll suit you well
Never sell my dream for lines through dollar bills
Sing what would I do Ayah! we lift your name on high Lord
Ye ye ye ye ye ye yea yeah
What would I do without your love
I feel the warmth of your
It was the third of September; that day I'll always remember,
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died.
I never got a chance to see him; never
It was the third of September; that day I'll always remember,
'Cause that was the day that my daddy died.
I never got a chance to see him; never
they, they had him chucked out of the club in Bombay
For, apart from his mess bill exceeding his pay
He took to pig-sticking in quite the wrong way
I
like Hawkeye yeah I got that 99 precision
Bullets caught him by surprise you know that he don't got the vision
We gon cut him up Black Panther like
made
I can't handle all the shame
Always swore I would never be like him
Abandonment it runs deep
Should be the eighth deadly sin
But maybe it's just
a massage while I'm recording
Single like a dollar bill
I am a free man, call me Morgan
Come and slob on my knob like corn on the cob
Check in with me
tree?
I've been blinded by sin, you can call me Stevie Wonder
I don't know why I sin, Lord, remove the spell I'm under
I don't like when I sin, even
this sin in me
Always watchin' over my life like you jiminy
Came from the bottom I grind to the top
I bet on the Lord cuz he beatin the odds
Cuz with him
to play ball and hop off the bench
Working out everyday, bills stack in every way
Hold on Uncle Sam, I'm not ready to pay today, ah
Why they make it so
the line drawn
Tommy is pissed but Bobby caves his chest
What the fuck, I warned you my nigga, he's twisting in the wind, we gotta find him
Now the streets
can't afford myself (haa) -
I believe in God's will - Be strong and stand still -
Guide us to be aware of fake deals -
When I pay bills - Good meal by
really wanna show you
I had the master plan
I'm in the Caravan on my way to Maryland
With my man Two-TECs to take over this projects
They call him
of the pie
Cause in his eyes, cold like chicago weather
Birds of a feather fuck over together, that's forever
The only change, they accepted when I got him
hurting people just trying to get by
Try to overcome our weaknesses and touch Him in the sky
Can we rise above the squabbles to receive a weary soul?
Did
real things
Watch who you talk to
If My man took that lose, I took a lose to
Lord knows if I ball
Then they niggas ball to
If I gotta make that call
Then
He was born a William
But he goes by Bill
He's had some big dreams
And he has them still
Well her name's Samantha
Only he calls her Sam
They
with your dog you just give him some distance
We all make mistakes, lets not be too specific
Like I rather be a killer than be statistic
I never fold
Because I'll leave you tonight, uh ohh
[Verse One]
If I didn't come home
What would you do to me?
Get on the telephone? Call Tyrone? Tell him come get you
got them fucking excuses
I pray to the Lord you reveal what his truth is
I left a note in the hallway
By the time you read it, I'll be far away
I
wey go fit by cubana
Oluwa make you run am for me run am for me
Lord I deserve a good life
No be today we dey hustle for the street I swear the hustle
by I got more plaques
Just to call from you tellin' me you miss me
And you wanna see me next time the tour's back, damn
Well what changed then?
She
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