Lyrics:
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
Their throat is an open grave
They flatter with their tongue
Make them bear their guilt, O God
Let them fall by their own counsels
Because
O for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise,
The glories of my God and King,
The triumphs of His grace!
My gracious Master and my
am grateful, joyful
For your grace that found me
If I'm able able
To praise without boundaries
Then I’m grateful
Grace o
Your loving grace that found
and ways
Attitude is the Rump!
I'm the one! That gets that deeper job done
Refuse to Jump Around and rhymin' like a burnt one
For them who pause, you
to me will say
Shake hands with your uncle mike, me boy
And here is your sister, Kate
And there's the girl you used to swing
Down by the garden gate
care, all who I love
Let's sing this first
O Lord, You are the air I breathe
It's for You I'm here to please
You are the Lord of Lords
My King
O Lord, You
to swing
Down by the garden gate.
Shake hands with all your neighbours,
And kiss the colleens all
You're as welcome as the flowers in May
To dear old
a thousand eyes
Every time I leave they start to cry
I wonder why I did this to myself, I wonder why
Existential crisis
Ultraviolet Iris
Eaten by my own
stay in yo place
I might get the hanger then make you lay on yo face
Trick guerilla for my scrilla ho you got to know
Chronic weed smoke the only
like they're being juggled by the beat
Sound muffles in the crowds as it plows into the muscles of the Pretty gals in gowns with a thousand ruffles
We're
this,
It was Only by Yeshua, G.O.D would've proved this
HOOK:
Move to the top, Boy, Walkin' By The Spirit
Cannot be no flop boy, preach through that
brought my buddy, Mr. John Michael Montgomery with me
He's gonna play a lil' guitar and sing a lil bit
I'm gonna do a lil sumthin' for y'all
Called 'Ride
Celts and Longobards! Sing me about the bloody wars that were fought in your planes, tell me about all those battles for freedom! There's nothing more
Oh for a thousand tongues to sing
My great Redeemer's praise
The glories of our God and king
The triumphs of His grace
My gracious Master and my God
the track of the beat watch Bobby flip the metronome
High voltage, keep my seat in winsbro cultured
Kill enemies by mailin them the poison glue postage
glad and golden hours
come swiftly on the wing.
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!
For lo!, the days are hastening on,
By prophet
glad and golden hours
come swiftly on the wing.
O rest beside the weary road,
And hear the angels sing!
For lo!, the days are hastening on,
By prophet
country
Every day by day is a different story
Yea yea
If I thief ten thousand
You go see me for your tv screen
But big man dey denge dey pose
Him dey chop
I'm broken
I'm wounded
I'm wretched and ashamed
And the harlot is like a chain around my neck, it's my name
She sings the song of humanity ,
and Wallabies
I smoke la like daa da dee
It got me boomin' like ba da-bing
Rap, don't gotta sing cause I get my hum on
Actually I get hummed on
Hoes tongues be
and run
The heat'll preach to ya, have ya speaking in tongues
I'll let him, sing a hymn first to the beat of the drum,
It's worship They put the Wolf
chicks in the living room
Getting it on and they ain't leaving till 6 in the morning
"O" is for oochie
Oh you ain't know
How many O's in the bankroll
Getting it on and they ain't leaving till 6 in the morning
"O" is for oochie
Oh you ain't know
How many O's in the bankroll
Sort of like like the game show
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