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Gettin' Closer to God

Krumb Snatcha Mobsters

Snatcha Season, Vol. 1

1998

It used to be fun, when I'm the one doin' the clappin'
Now I'm facin' my death, doin' fast breath, no laughin'
How can this happen, holdin' my chest

hip
I spent way too much on drip, fuck, it's lucky that I'm rich
Independent so I get it then I spend it on the strip
She got naked on the yacht,

It's over you're sober -pants around your ankles
You're ship wrecked - You've gone mute
Nothing there to say
You're naked and shaking like a 2 bit

with God.
He filleth up my cup and it overflows.
It's no joke,
Come see yourself,
See my cup is so full.
I'm the kind of sheep that's where the grass is

why i should leave...
no
why i'm leaving you...
for him
well let's see here...
well, let's see
where should i...
begin?

everynight you get

with God.
He filleth up my cup and it overflows.
It's no joke,
Come see yourself,
See my cup is so full.
I'm the kind of sheep that's where the grass is

Here you go
You think you can always get your way
When we're in alone
You place your head on my shoulder and kiss my face
My hands are shaking
My

Say me mister officer, what is it that you want from me?
I'm just another brick in this fascist regime society

I stand naked and abused

outta the whale, your first piece of tail
Naked pics in a email cause Ap will never fail
Take notes, make quotes, jot 'em down on a pad
I'm hardcore, '87

I wrapped a string around my thumb
To remind me of that singer at the station
By pretending that we liked his guitar the way he sung
Just to put

for short
The way I rip them up into shreds
Cut off his legs i'm about to hang
His ass up by his flesh
Attach his face up on my wall
With needles

pretty red dress, girl, let's fuck
(Rough)

Well, I have a gram cupcake mix
Mix a little syrup
It ain't no way to cure him
But I don't do the syrup
I just

for all the opposition
I've seen a lot of man crumble
When the pressure on you
Treating tramps like ants the way
I'm stepping on you i'm fresher than

Come on and role with me
Just shoot the breeze/
By the hudson river
Under the GWB/
The stars bout to glitter 
Your eyes paint the prettiest picture

ain't even naked
I got you wrapped around my arm just like a fucking blanket
We done had feelings for while we can't contain 'em
You been connected to my

trust no bitches, yeah yeah
I got plenty wounds I'm tryna heal, plenty worries too
Plenty money I'm tryna accumulate, plenty cars too
Plenty bitch I'm

decorate my friend
As death comes ripping there’s no more pain

I am pushing my lungs for my love
I feel the panic of deadly purpose
Now my naked soul looks

did
Glad that we're over
Showed our true colours in front of each other
Standing there naked, no way to fake it my friend
Take me to the sea
Where I can

real niggaz gon speak (wipe me down)
Jiggalatin I been rollin bout a week
you can tell i got cake by the diamonds on my teeth (wipe me down)
Black shades

She ain't got no friends
I feel like Larry David
She kick me to the curb
She found out I wasn't famous
Ain't even eat desert
All alone at Bosa Nova

One Long Dream

Sonreal

One Long Dream

2017

'Cause I ain't wanna make no music, man, my pops just died
Now I make you feel like thunder now
Quit my job and said, "Fuck the boss"
Can't tell me who

When dem want fi stress mi is a spliff mi get
When mi make the money none a dem nuh have a hint a get
Man a suffer long time, man want famous long,

Heaven on Their Minds

Jesus Christ Superstar Choir

Forever Gold: Rock Opera

2001

Messiah
And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong

I remember when this whole thing began
No talk of God then, we called you a man
And believe

Heaven on Their Minds

Orlando Pops Orchestra

Andrew Lloyd Webber: The Music, The Magic

1996

And they'll hurt you when they find they're wrong.

I remember when this whole thing began.
No talk of God then, we called you a man.
And believe me, my