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Nothing but the blood of Jesus. by Robert Lowry Public Domain
on election night? Is it, "How can I protect my life? Protect my wife? Protect my rights?" Every other president was nothing less than white Except Thomas
Stand for nothing, fall short But not me But I won't give up I'll keep giving love Runs through my blood I'll never give up Yeah, yeah When you
Up out of there Ain't nothin' but a gangsta party Pump that up G Ah shit, you done fucked up now Ain't nothing but a gangsta party You
at the citgo Heat not working In my black ford tempo Plastic and tape On the back seat window Welcome to the motherfuckin ghetto Ain't nothing but a lil blood
honest with y'all I know I promised to call, Mama But I forgot when I took that weed hit I just want li'l Thomas to ball, and I don't ever want him to fall
I feel like a phenomenon Like I'm who these people idolize And I won't let nothing get in my way It ain't a thing, we do this all the time Got
HARRY Four for the gourd. Four!!!! Look at it, that's worth ten if it's worth a shekel. BRIAN You just gave it to me for nothing. HARRY Yes, but it's
Bitch I bought it with blood money Now run it from me You can't take nothing from me I'm feeling a need for this killing spree So what if some
times and fucked everybody's bitch twice Mother fuckers talk about it but i live that pimp life I got pimp blood which is pumped by the beat I drop this
Anxious Written by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Jonathan Johnson, Alan Benjamin Thomas I been feeling so sick In the morning I can’t take it anymore
forehead I was down there with Thomas Or was I with you I don't think we're coming home But I don't really care Take what's mine and I'll go Nothing's
better than one when the lead getting thrown So let me see the blood spray, we all gon' die off one day but right now I'm getting chased by a cop ima
wash away my sin Nothing but the blood of Jesus What can make me whole again Nothing but the blood of Jesus What can wash away my sin Nothing but
to tell the truth, nothing but the whole truth with my hand on the Bible I lied, I lied, I lied Only swear by Allah, so when approached by them folks I
chair, drake On Degrassi That mean you crippled this is off the rip Ok yo bitch she all up on my tip I ain't no blood nigga, but I know she love a Crip I
that discovery The queen of Spain, spends some change Now Paris Hilton is pushing the range Stars ride by while the chauffeur's drive But all you
to get away Told my main spin the globe No photos. We'll get away Self-expression is a game of consequence And I got nothing to lose See, I got nothing but
hunting author and notebooks of poltergeist mantras On display for that post mortem stardom he swears that he's been Hardened by the haunting, but
flow, man I'd never know Want wires, ones and zeros, no scarlet and indigo Blood flow, blood flow, man what a show I thought I'd outgrow, but just left
the blood Hallelujah, hallelujah I know it was the blood Could have only been the blood Hey I cannot explain but nothing’s more real than this In
This really be child's play Not being arrogant but being honest Been grinding day by day 'Cause I'm an underdog like Adonis I was never a novice But
But it’s all the same for the last decades No one is to blame and nothing changes fate If I were a poet I would write my ode in red With the blood
Washed n the blood of the Lamb Are you washed in the blood Washed n the blood of the Lamb Are you washed in the blood It wasn't long ago when I was
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