Lyrics:
To turn my spirit into shattered glass
Matter of fact, it’s only by God’s grace that i haven’t snapped
Not playing Ne-Yo, definitely no Dwele
I rather bump
of all the gifts of the Spirit. However, if you are sick, you don't need that manifestation; you need a manifestation of the gifts of healings.
Find your
wealth, and even with good words
But if you turn away, then I fear for you the torment of a great day
To Allah is your return, and He is able to do all
[R. Kelly]
Up in the club still poppin' the Cris'
Still back it up whenever I talk shit
Man I'm worth about a billion but I'm still hood rich
Still
that, turn the clock back, when I walk back, yea that's it
Star track at your door mat, leave you dormant like a bitch
If you gawk at me wont gawk back
forever make you mine
Babe if I could I'd turn back the hands of time
Gone are the vows we made that day for sickness and in health
We grew apart we cast
the worst side of me and yeah, fuck anxiety
I'm not for that, if you talkin' smack
I got no problem knockin' you right on your ass
The villain's back, you
murder the middle
It's really a wrap, you feel me, I'm back
And you could never peel me, I'm strapped
I'll get my hands filthy then clap
Then skillfully
Years go by like months
Time is a currency we only spend once
Yeah these memories go by like fireflies
I’ll make sure I’ll keep that score
(Lyrical LP
now
Back worse than ever before
Rebel with a cause you could never ignore
If anyone thought
I never dead it with metaphors
That were better than yours
I
way, wishing
I could turn back time to set things right
A lot of my life was really more of a fight
Sometimes I tried to sleep all day and night but I
close
Yourself off from the power this could
Bring you we are all
Human we are all implicated by our fears
No one is being judged similarly
If you read
If I could turn the hands back on time
To a point up in my life
You was right here by my side
If I could turn the hands back on time
I'd turn
over, by the Method Man jeep
Divine can't define my style is so deep
Like pussy, my low cut fade stay bushy
Like a porcupine, I part backs like a spine
Aye look
Hellcat cold yeti
I'm rated R No Kelly
I'm out the trap like Freddy
We about the wap like Fetty
Watch your back before you play me
Don't
Young Money (Holiday Season)
If you could, you would get rid of me
Fuck you gon' do when a bitch try to go hard?
But I won't let you get to me (to
cheese
If they want beef, turn it Adam and Eve
'Cause we gon' be the only ones left that can breathe
I step like it's hopscotch
Pop like pop rocks
Paint
dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a fa-, you punk?
And here's your Bronco hat, you can have that
and swung
Stick to the core plan, dragged to the back of a trunk
By one of your fans, irony's spectacular, huh?
Now who's a faggot, you punk?
And here's
. Kelly]
Now I'm about to show ya how wild it get
When a girl at the party when she backin it
Now this girl dance freaky 'cause she passionate
If I hand her
feel the grimiest
Now if Pete fell off then tell me, but it's unlikely
Cuz I stay with more 16s than R. Kelly
Fuck a 12 Play, this cut got 13 for your
and after that you will be righteous folk by
Repenting before committing the sin
One from among them said, Do not kill Joseph, but if you must do something,
and the lyrics are fine
Get on the floor you've got no time
Party people I'll give you a chance
Wave up your hands and feel in trance
Can you see now what I
To tell you that this stuff isn't a joke
If you think it's fun or it's nothing but a little time
Polka dancing in the sun
Then I cannot tell you enough
Stay
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