Lyrics:
it gets so quiet in heaven sometimes
Even God cries when an angel's hands are tied
She prays, 'angels, watch me through the night
Stay by my side
down an empty hallway out of time
Summertime is fading but I know I’ll fly
Though my dreams are haunted by these bittersweet memories
In moments like
many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. And they have
right now
Hate it that none of them do it like I
Never get enough never get enough
Never too much (V I C T O R Y)
Hands up for my victory lap
Hands up for
on believing
Cos my dreams are not dead they always around the living
Jah Jah
Say this boy dan beat tha Lagos Standard o
When this boy gonna blow
Ye ye ye ye ye
don't have no time for no misunderstandings again
My head is spinnin', from smokin' the chicken, the bass is kickin'
My head is spinnin', from smokin'
different, y’all are not on my payroll
See that’s what I like to see
We got some real king shit, on our hands right here
It’s not touchable, you not in
left you by ya lonesome
Thank the Lord for my kids, even if nobody else want em
Cause I think we can make it, in fact, I'm sure
And if you fall, stand
It'll pan out nice
If it don't, alright
'Least I'm doin' alright
Right now, anyhow
Never cold at night
Feel like my hands are tied
Feel like I'm living in
reassuring just to know you're there
But if I hear your voice, I might smell your hair when I close my eyes
I'm punchin' the keys and my hands are hot
color, clarity, and cut. By applying their made up standards to their new find, they could sell sh*tty Soviet diamonds for the same amount as their bigger
the knowing
That I held it in my hands for a little while
What else are there
But the treasures in your heart?
Something tamed
Something wild
For
the second day
Never thought that I could get some sleep
Some are saying he came free
But I'm still praying my soul to keep
In the outfield badlands sit
Balls
to stitch it up, or
Fix it up they rather just watch us bleed out
Too many by-standers, to many saying bye to their standards
We exist to help only ourselves
Put your hand down youngin' this is not for you
On my "J.O." with beats by Kan-ye yo
My name on the marquee, your name off the payroll
Style fresh,
to
Stand and softly worship you
Still I don't know why I try
Contemplating what to try
I am sitting painfully
Legs are crossed, my hands are tied
"Bend
this hurt
Hope that it works
Even though I know that it's limited and won't put an end to it
All of my worth feels tied to all of my work
God, I know
Standard 2 churus
It is not the voice of my hand
Fulfill thy commandments;
I have always held fast,
And always,
They cannot take away my sin:
Only You
understand, all the thoughts, inside your mind
Tell me it's time
My hands are tied behind my back,
And I'm weakened by, your slow attack,
You take me in,
fathom being tied to one woman at a time
I really don't think
That one woman at a time, one bosom at a time can stand my test of time
I really don't think
fraud
Ain't no blue-collar crime b
Got good credit you dont do solid time b
More like solitaire if your cards are aligned then you win every time b
permanently
Deadin the negligence
I buy trees all the time, twenties and dimes
You see it in my rhymes frequently, when every other line
There's
can see.
All that really matters not to me is that I could set you free. But my hands are tied and I can't find my feet.
Sit by me for long enough
past loves
Are now dead and gone
Like a swan song
Goodbye to all that's wrong
Get up, get up
Time to raise the standards a little
Get up, get up
Give em
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