Lyrics:
Heavenly Father give power to me
Over temptation in my hour of need
Say I'm not forsaken shower over me
All of Your patience my stone ain't ready
A mastermind in the old watchtower
Prying eyes must never find.
Playing God in the final hour
Insanity, such a fine line
Overwhelmed by
In the corner with the goons
That bitch there got the 40
Words trap, we steppin' sporty
Balenci' runners and a man bag
How you think man brought in
Think I'm livin the life..
{Talking}
You see I can be (?).
(I want to change)
But not by man.
(but how?)
Only
The rumours said the man with a beard like fire
And the Hammer in chain
By men in armour silenced was and by
Their swords was slain
Those who did not pay
Understand if not man I got something up in my hand
That'll have you shaking a leg like a disco dance
Bullets out the heater hit targets like heat seekers
a Christmas baby
Born on Christmas Day
Overshadowed by the holiday
But if you'd come here then maybe
You'll sing happy birthday to me
Cause I'm a Christmas baby
Yeah, check
Ain't disqualified by my
Ain't disqualified by my sin
Ain't disqualified by my sin 'cause of Christ within
Ain't disqualified by my sin
Treat her like a magazine, loaded if they stick by me
Loaded stick by me
Wrist is only Rolex, Swiss timing
Yeah that bitch shinin
With the bezel full
Beam me up Scotty hey
I said Scott "Send it through"
I'm about to make a heater
Beam me up, rollin' zoot
Pouring thirty by the litre
In a whip
She love it when we smoke and ride yeah
I love it when she by my side yeah
We getting money live in life yeah
cnd we can ride until we die yeah
Holiday Season
I talk to God like I'm 'bout to die (die)
I think of Malik and I start to cry (leak)
They paid no attention, was walking by
(what?)
His own plan for a new form of government (what?)
Talks for six hours, the convention is listless
Bright young man
Yo, who the eff is this?
But every hour I cut to earn it was worth it
Hell, yeah, those were the good days
Driving by my own rules
Well, I crowned myself the king
lose all our fears
Who says a grown man's not supposed to cry
Overcome by emotion and he don't know why
Who says the sinner one day won't be a saint
now for zero hour
Worn down by the noise
Endless fire of heavy guns
Like never seen before
Constant rumble, deafening
We wait for the assault
Waging
real mellow, real jazzy like, ya dig
Ow, word up, ow, word up, word up, ow, word up
Thes One and uh, the Double, get by and my man the-, yeah
Zip by
Lord, I'm your Hoochie Coochie man
Yes, you know I'm here
Everybody knows I'm here
On the seventh hour
Oh Lord, on the seventh day
I tell you
north trip
I got the powder, combine wit the powder, and water
It oughta, drop in a half and hour
In the, form of oil, watch the cocaine boil
Keep my eye
off
Got girls like an Ibiza send-off
If man go broke, gotta go to work
And do hours, no one to lend off
Plus, man don't wanna lend
Eediat war, man
She packed my bags last night pre-flight
Zero hour nine a.m.
And I'm gonna be high as a kite by then
I miss the earth so much I miss my wife
It's
Stop touching the fucking door man
You so fucking paranoid man
What's the matter wit' you man?
It's like a nigga could write for hours
And get
the north side, throwing guns inside the river, woah
Back to back, I'm smoking John nigga, why? 'Cause my mirrors baby
I'm hustling by the hour, they
(Your rent's overdue by about 3 months)
Look, peanut. You've been calling me, hounding me about the rent now for weeks man
(Wha-?!?)
Don't ya know I
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