Lyrics:
Along the road to Bethlehem, people are making their way
The children of David are going home, Caesar's decree to obey
Among them a carpenter and his
by my collar
Like a veteran can't hold me down
Never
But when the end day, they try
It's comedy
Ha ha ha ha ha
David Letterman live in the alley in
we was ready to work in a go-go bar
One two three four
Let's see if you've got some more!
People seemed to like our song
They got up 'n danced 'n
bones with stones and sticks
I predict non-stop conflict, I'm getting hated on by some pricks
These haters need to read my lips, y'all suck more dick than
the same about him
Y'all had some time to sink in
Hey Zach, this song is too long
If you don't like it, hit skip
And go put on some other playlist made by
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
when you surrounded by demons (Lord)
I watched so many people leave (Jesus, Lord)
I see 'em change by the season, that's mama's seasonin'
God got you,
the in-crowd just wasn't our thing
There was a whole lot more than we could see on these plains
Well, some people just seem to get stuck, and hang around
enough to put up with the cheatin'
Months go by and only see him for a weekend
I say a prayer, hope my girl ain't leavin'
We all got angels, we all got
how to act in a drought
See baby girl I realized, my definition of a real nigga was skewed
My views misshaped by new mixtapes
That confirmed the shit
much
He's kinda weird, sits by himself at lunch
I feel sorry for the guy, I should get him something good
Something to show him the meaning of Christmas
the oxen standing by, We shall see him; but in heaven, Set at God's right hand on high; Where like stars his children crowned, All in white shall wait
got him a check
Don't take it personal I'm handling business
Don't make me feel guilty putting on for my children
4th quarter ball out D Rose
Don't do this praise just by yourself
Call all the saints and homies
Our saviour died for everyone
Come as you are no fronting
Just believe in him
the Teacher playing with the children
Hear Him baffle doctors of the law
Look at the people gathering to go with Him
Those who see the vision that He saw
This
parents
By the name of Bosede and Ajibola Pedro
They had four beautiful black children
With hopes and dreams that they inherit the earth (earth)
But this
her titty
All alone in the house
We were playing house by ourselves
(Don't tell nobody)
Go play with David
David's gay
And he's trying to get me to play
I smoke like the kitchen, Thanksgiving and Christmas
If he want some smoke we add him to the hit list
It's up then it's up put him up like dishes
Fo' you know it ya noggins split ya bottom teeth is falling out
Got a problem wit partner, I see him in the city and call him out
It wasn't for
able to control this?
I know some fok' that live by the levee
That keep on telling me they heard the explosions
Same shit happened back in Hurricane
to him
Back down the trail of the winding path
I hear some voices behind me start to laugh
They were the souls of
The children I'd released
From the grave
I learned guitar, I's taught by Robert Zimmerman
I told him I liked his accent and he said “what is it but plain cmerican?”
I got a car, bought it
All I see is dark skies, I'm praying for some new weather
Trial and error in life and i'ma get through whatever
Can't go back to them days, I gotta
of spirals
Where children use to visit but is present tensely silent
No action like a predicate that underscores the sentence
I weld the sword of omens cut
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