Lyrics:
could take from you
Need a little bit more than a break from you
Matter of fact, fuck you, don't need you in my life (no)
You done did so much wrong I
After filling my reputation of whore beaters
Soared to Taco Bell and I ordered some gorditas (Mmm, that's good!)
Wanted four more, ordered 'em,
because I'm so turned on by doing one that it's hard to do, it's hard to stop after one to tell you the
truth, because it just makes you wanna do more
ain't nothin' like mine (uh)
Cute face nice size like mine
Stay kitted, hood wit' it like mine (ha)
Mean walk, talk the talk, let me tell you some more
Makes me love Jesus more,
And this is what He came here for.
I can't imagine ever leaving now.
Now that I've been saved by love,
Saved by love,
school and drop out in the 6
You could look at my wrist, It wasn't shit on it
But I was determined to get a little gliss on em
The 40 ounce bottles done
the seven seas
Girl like me I used to be the August Clown
Singing in bars with big TVs in little towns
I’ll take the slow road and I tell you what
I can fit
make sure he's destroyed (Fasho)
They gon have a little tussle, Jesus left him scarred (Let's go!)
If I turn back to sin, that's gonna be my demise
I was
difficult
Spend a lifetime to create
Always digital
Welcome the jump off, my solo project
Produced, written, rapped, mixed
By me Dir-ECT
I was born August 1st
feel more broken than black
More sunken in sadness, anchored in anger
I harness this hardened heart and hardship surrounded by darkness
Despite the white
evidence
Even if there's a little bit,
Don't hold on just expecting it
To be true your intent,
Won't make it come to fruition And
In the end it's explicit so
ain't even know that was your bitch boy I'm still hitting
A-p-a, had to go away, bitch I'm still winning
Call the Yoppa Jesus yeah these bullets make them
In the foreign or the Old School
Sipping champagne or malt liquor
Playing by our own rules
Surrounded by Cinderella with them Glass Slippers
coulda beat the whole Dipset by his self (he could've)
They wasn't ready they was more focused on drippin'
He called them out for not knowin' they words
have been Chip
You've been saying my name for a whole damn year
By this time, you could have been rich
Are you taking the piss? Brother, I'm blessed
lacking.
Who is this Jesus? Why is he different?
You choose Messiahs by the sack full.
We need him crucified,
It's all you have to do.
We need him
(Skoal) by Cledus T. Judd and Chris Clark La-Po Music/Chris Clark Publishing Designee.
New Lyrics (Stoled) by Cledus T. Judd, Bruce Burch, Dan Saranana,
me is carried in hearse
And I'm screaming Jesus my Jesus till buried in dirt
Faith has just married the works
Brand me with Truth
This little piggie
we let him spend the night in our rabbit's hutch[01:40.73]So weeks went by, summer turned to fall[01:42.88]And we'd grown quite fond of our little
tongue is more like a permanent marker so
So every time I tell a story from my dream the further
You overwhelmed by the secrets learned
Sweetheart I'm
In da ghetto in da ghetto
The ghetto
In da ghetto in da ghetto
Now here's a 15 year old named Chris
A smart young man working hard for his shit
Most
pumps where the trunk should be
I hear the conversations, about Nelly, he overrated
I'm feelin' like Chris, slightly a little violated
Now what you
some wings then
Why don't you endorse Red Bull
Don't think you're out of the picture Jesus
Your miracles are outweighed by illusions you hold
Sure,
Jesus
Everything about You is so beautiful
We can't live without You, You're amazing
All we want is more of You
Jesus
There's no other name that is
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