Lyrics:
lot's full of people and
They ready to see the preacher man
Time to open up for the main act
I guess that makes me a deacon
I promise that I won't let me
worst (yeah)
I don't wanna talk about it 'cause I'd rather put you first (yeah)
All the people that done doubted made me go put in the work (oh yeah)
People's eyes say I'm no damn good
Shook down and left lonely
Only with the maybe we could
I stay inside cause I'm misunderstood
I can't get no
it in a box cause it just don't fit
My God, he's bigger than just music
I can take it to the church where my people go
I can take it to the people that
the gas line)
People everywhere, looking very sad (awww)
The pressure's so great
Drivin people mad y'all
It's (rouuuuughhhhh) so rough (out here)
(Really
Once upon a time you dressed so fine
You threw the bums a dime in your prime, didn't you?
People'd call, say, "Beware doll, you're bound to fall"
You
never came down
Ain't it strange how people get older
They wear you on their head
And they print you on their shoulder
And never believe
I'll be more
some people leave in the morning,
some people when they go to bed.
inside, it's been rotting for a long time now,
ever since i found out
i'm not to blame
Down in the boondocks
Down in the boondocks
People put me down 'cause that's the side of town I was born in
And I love her, she loves me
But I
People all over the world are confused
People are fighting all over the world
A black man says it a white man
White man says it's a black man
(Whoo)People are wanting, what a shame if they knewI just wanna be free. C'est la vie!Ah ah, ah ah, c'est la vie!You have to break ice, buy me a drink (Whoo)From
I was in the wild
Living life from tree to tree
So I learned a simple song
And sang it in a jamboree
And the people came and cheered
Thought
John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
His name is my name, too
Whenever we go out
The people always shout
There goes John Jacob Jingleheimer Schmidt
Music is a universal language for all people
I better get off the rebellious tip
Before somebody out there say I'm startin to slip
I ain't trippin, I'm
to you
Nothing gets through for you
Doesn't matter what they say
In the jealous games people play
Yes, our lips are sealed
When we walk by
Then we
leave you behind
I've seen the place where the broken people hide
I wanna know love before I die
Open the window
Open the window
I could steal
It ain't no City of the Angels, brother Mack
It's just people playin' get back and more get back
Yo, a lotta drama on my block, but I never stress
You gon see all a my people up in that bitch like.
That's what we on now!
Twenty bucks and I don't give a fuck yeah.
That's what we on now!
all agree
And one night we run free
Oh, meeting changes people for me
And at this point I won't say, what I've heard what is untrue
But I wonder
alone
In a room full of people
So I'mma seat on this stoop
Then I'mma lace up my boots
And keep on walking till I make my way home
Can someone tell
The parking lot's full of people and
They ready to see the preacher man
Time to open up for the main act
I guess that makes me a deacon
I promise that I
far
Now gone you are
Oh Nabataea
You morning star
Now so afar
Nabataea
People desire and people admire
Some always try to reign with fire
So
far
Now gone you are
Oh Nabataea
You morning star
Now so afar
Nabataea
People desire and people admire
Some always try to reign with fire
So
visit)
If money is the root to all evil
You can see me ball
People never see me fall
'Cause I got the
T-time of the essence (Of the essence)
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