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for mistakes and depression
And with that being said, let me ask this question:
When shit hit the fan, is you still a fan?
When shit hit the fan is
(One

Still not a factor making me nervous, I'm a survivor
Could last on the planet deserted
Pass the word like a ten thousand dollar pyramid scheme
Changing

Melodically and sonically the best and
Ironically was choir boy MVP
You can't tempt me i used to get head by the
Pews during father franks hour-long homilies

And when I came up man I had to thank him
It's all because of him

All I knew was him since a young age
I ain't have no gun but still I had aim
Ascension

on ice
But whether I'm spilling the truth or lies
I'd still be crucified by the Jewish knights
But to risk my life is righteous 
Do or die?
But is it Jew

(Don Velli)
(Couture, yeah)

She love it when I come up in her insides (yeah)
Hunnid on the Benz while a nigga switch sides like Benedict
You

down to Sun Up
Keep me upfloat in my life 1 up
EVERY day of my life Is a Lesson 
clways Have Faith IN God
cnd Count of your Blessings 
Give Praises from

to the conglomerate
I'm onto it I'm mobbing it intolerant I'm hollering it's providence in the broadest sense
You made the god that brought me to bring trauma to your

would have kissed me
I fantasized it while I rode
The brothers Arthur’s bike
Carry on the back so I could
Tug along the heavy load
These are roads less

you through it all
So Father, I praise your name through everything
Because of your grace and mercy
You saved me from life in vain
And broke me outta

still, laying down in my own repetition
Moves that've led me towards the road to perdition
Peaking in the rear view can I really be forgiven?
Time's

ever had
You gotta gives thanks for everything that you still have
Think what its all worth, it could've been worse
I know the feeling of pain and I know

out in Kaffa
All you niggas vagina hop, remind me of Icona Pop
I step in the booth, I'm a bull inside a china shop, mollywop
Watch another cotton

Fine combs made of jade
To ornament and weave it

I lived a life of pleasant sorrows
Until the real deal came
Broke me like a twig in a winter gale

wield

True soldier
Devil move over
Thought I told ya
That I'm repping Jehovah
I don't mean Jay-Z
He would have to pay me
To listen to the shady
Songs he

still be perfect
In the GARDEN!!!!
HOW CRAZY would that be
No evil tempting me
To do things I shouldn't be doing
Deciding if the regret would be worth it

A brown paper bag in the sink.
I look inside. Nuts. I remember sir James telling me to...
I found some nuts today. Some of them are still good.
I put one in

wrote if for you
Know you know it
Turn it into a song for you

Days go by, I try to bottle these tears inside
Here's one more cry
I cry

on the wall I always had faith
Still get the chills when I see Camrys with the Mass plates
Solemnly swear to stack Franks
I'm on a mission fuck it
Simply trying

zones, I'm telling you homes, have been invaded by tv's watching you, while
It programs your channels, or is that your children's brains, cause them tell

to the choir
Send them bands up
And reserve all praise for the most high
He the only one can save you when I roll by
Cause I don't take prisoners
I just make

to making bacon
We see the world in new dimensions that we're still creating
So if they catch me, I know what torture I'm gon' face
Waterboard me with

And you're really crazy, you know that
Well, you have to understand how things are up here

Yo, ha, uh

I'm a monster, let me mon-stress it
See me mon-stir

Testimony

Group Therapy

Top 25 Gospel Songs: 2014 Edition

2014

given me the victory
And now I got a, I got a testimony

Anybody ever had a sickness
Been bound by any illness
Laid up in a sick room
And the doctor