Lyrics:
I gotta do better
I work by the hour, I gotta go farther
I do it for father so he can be proud of me
So he can be proud of me
Thin little bitch said
matter
Flexing in the mirror cause
I look just like my father
How can i go to sleep
How can i go to sleep
How can i go to sleep
Your love is all that i
swear you never can tame it
All my demons on the front line trust I ain't no angel
I'm a made man spitta that's killing niggas existence
I wake up in
This is a gifted response
Father we cannot come to You by our own merit
We will come in the name of Your Son
As He glorifies You
And in the power
on my love
She blew him a kiss and she hollered "Bravo"!
As he hung by his nose up above!
He floats thro' the air with the greatest of ease
walk in the darkness
You'll see through it all
Your fathers mind
Like my fathers mind
The most powerful gift
That you will ever find
So speak with truth
Chill where you been at I’m like bitch why don’t you chill
I’ve been getting money trying to pay all of my bills
They say that I’m sleep well I’m
cross the street
Mother found my pops and they got married progress no defeat
Still remember nights I would get tormented by demons sleep
Called to Father
death come will i go
Say bro you gon have a daughter
Be happy yo Bill's is caught up
Some ain't protected by shelter
At least yours gon have a father
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We were meant to be victorious since birth
My heart cries, Abba, Father, cause I know he's listening
And I'm his son despite my
and the honeydew
Time goes by and I still cherish you
Wishing we could go back to a simpler time
Know I'll be alright, cause an angels my guide
(Verse 2)
I wonder
Wit is the tune
Are we all doomed?
Everything is happening
Father Bill's gone fighting in a place where he's a stranger
But good men die
Wit is the tune
Are we all doomed?
Everything is happening
Father Bill's gone fighting in a place where he's a stranger
But good men die
nights I never came home. Do not disturb, stop calling my phone
Leave me alone, I don't need you, just go. I'm good on my own, trust me, I'm good by my
we've got bills to pay,
We sold the house back to the bank
Just wait till your father gets home from work
Look at the state that you left the place in
we’ve got bills to pay,
We sold the house back to the bank
Just wait till your father gets home from work
Look at the state that you left the place in
(Yeah yeah)Taking it back
to the place where I belong
Where it all seemed ok and my worries was gone
Pushing all these bill so my bread was
the hope in the world, say heaven yeah yeah
And on my worst days, I just keep my mind on heaven
Our Father who arts In... heaven
I know its heaven, yeah yeah
you niggas
Gotta grind pay bills
I gotta pump fake for you niggas
Don't change stay the same
I gotta pump fake for you niggas
Dropping shit off in
Angels fall all for you, heretic
Demon heart, bleed for us
(My soul is yours, dark master; I will fight for you)
Dark Master within, I will fight for
straight to your dome like a whole sheet of acid
With my saints by me, Hit Em Up as the anthem
Cus they jacked a few grand now I got no house to stand in
I was struck down by your angel face
I had a father
I had a brother
I had a husband and I had a lover
I had a son he filled me with wonder
problems can't be healed by a doctor
All my pain and my problems give it all to the Father
All my pain and my problems let 'em fall in the fire
Like Gomorrah
I decided I'm not compromising for this shit
Imma die by the words from my lips
Real nigga
Who is this
Worried bout my muthafucking chip
Y'all so
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