Lyrics:
And even then sleeping in heavenly peace
Stopped by to see St.Thomas
On a cold and dreary New York afternoon
Something in the air was oh, so rare
I don't
ate all my ice cream
Oh no
Then I heard a sound comin' down the street
The special food truck with the yummy treats
Saved by the sound of an ice cream
knocked on my door
I welcomed her with a glass of bloodred wine
she was tempting, delicious and oh so sweet
my appetite grew by the sight
of such prime
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
I Feel like Tentacion on this one (Uh Oh)
Sometimes you just gotta walk in and start banging on em haha (Yeah yeah)
Swag
(Uh hoo)
Ayee
Cmon
(Yeah)
those number eyes
Just watch it goes by
If could I grab your smiling face
And taste all your cries
Bet they have salt
You've caved and mate with life
Oh
motivation God is my remedy
I do this for my family
I do this for the kids by the streets living with love from their families God
Yeah, oh yeah yeah
God
ride
If I need you by my side
Tell me baby, would you ride
Tell me baby, would you die
If I need you by my side
Tell me baby, would you ride (Oh, oh, oh
What is that, crystal? (no!)
Dom p? (hell no!)
(this is that Carlos Santana champagne!)
Oh shit, Santana d-v-x? that's my joint!
(mine too, but a lot
my bills on autopay a head hunter a call away
20k by ten am that's what i call a day
It ain't even lunch yet
Seventy five north brunch house for
Tacos & Captain
Written by: Nicholas Benjamin Howell, Jonathan Johnson, Alan Benjamin Thomas
Brown eyes
You look so good in the moonlight
The way
Bought by the dope fiends smokin'
And what about the brother wit' the good jobs
Savin' money and workin' hard?
Bought a house for his wife and kids
Ya
leavin' my friend group
Smokin', drinkin' with them dudes
Oh no, we are not ready for that
We got pizza by the slice, big ol' shoutout to "Frank's"
oh
Oh way
Then it's just you and
Next day gotta head my own way
Gotta play in another town
She told me I should hit her up
We could get lunch
We could
(ayy)
Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die nigga (yeah, oh
(ayy)
Smoke purp' by the pound (pound), Goose by the fifth (fifth)
Re-up on the first then again on the fifth (yeah)
We trap or die nigga (yeah, oh
on the Mississippi
A steamboat chugs by
Oh Lord
I love the blues
It's in my blood
Oh Lord
I love the blues
It’s the blues I love
Oh Lord
I love the blues
It's in my
today
Go get tomorrow
But me i thank god o
E make me landlord o
Pull me from that gheto
O my god ooo
Ehh aunty comfort
Ehh brother thomas
Try to dey enjoy
saved me wow oh oh
Terrified by his cries
But inside I feel the safety
Alone with my thoughts and ready for action
I’m playin it passive sneak into
PRECIOUS LORD
Thomas c. Dorsey & Kelly Garner
Chorus:
Precious Lord, take my hand
Lead me on, let me stand
I am tired, I'm weak, I am worn
Through
of things
That you don't wanna do
Can't even grab my phone
Oh mom why can't you
Call the bank for me
Or maybe the doctor
I wanna eat ice cream for lunch and I
royally screwed,
"I'm ready for my close up, where's the mark, where's my line, where's my lunch, I, oh I love the sound of that voice"
Nobody talks like
things)
All I need (all I need)
Is Remy and weed (Remy and weed)
Somebody not afraid (don't be scared)
To co-sign for my Escalade (oh, no)
Gangsters
(Killah BH)
Uh oh, It's that time again, It's been too long, It's family reunion
(Joe Budden)
Mic check, mic check
(Killah BH)
We
Discuss these oh my by thomas lunch Lyrics with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In