Lyrics:
Everybody has fallen short of the glory of god
So, the heart of man has death inside
But the father so loved the world
That sent his son
And he paid the price
Two men rode in from the south, a rainy autumn night
The Sky above and the mud below
They walked into the Deacon's bar, they were Mexican by sight
Man
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
By the rivers
By the rivers
By the rivers of Babylon
Where we sat down
Yeah we wept
When we
yo, go by the Jane Doe
Drenched in Polo, chill downtown in Soho
You don't know, this is just half my potential
Check my credentials, come harder than
don't got no other plan
I'm doing all I can
To get to da middle man
Father son holy ghost
But yawl just some holy folks
Judging and crackin' jokes
of tears
Every man and woman, every old and young
Every fathers daughter, every mothers son
I feel it in my spirit, feel it in my bones
You're going
of the fight
Fantasy combat
Veteran psychos
Removed from reality
By silicone diodes
Seen enough
I have seen enough of this
Have you read enough
Son
nigga roll ahh ahh roll ahh roll ah
i got 4 ahhh ahh
4 ahh
told his momma go make another son
cuh your last one was a hoe
nigga play me man
man
He had tattoos and just one arm
He spread the gospel wide and far
Saving souls, one by one
He became a preacher man
He had tattoos and just one arm
Edward Curtis was a preacher's son
From the waters of old Minnesota
His father lived off the souls he'd won
But he died before making his quota
He
Went down to the river got caught in the middle
In between man and God
Preacher man said to me son, are you ready
To be washed in the blood
Don't
Well, preacher man, he's so in love
With God, his woman, his three sons
And every morning when he wakes
He thanks the good Lord up above
This life he
be a Painter Man
La La La La La La La La La La La La La La
By the rivers
By the rivers
By the rivers of Babylon
Where we sat down
Yeah we
hard was sellin' soap
Schemin' just like the preacher in church he sellin' hope (hope)
Now I'm gettin' older, heart gettin' colder
Lookin' at my son
hate me Just know I love you sis, and Shirley helped raise me
Tanya helped save me, Lisa really made me Grandma ain't capping lately, she say we her
Yahweh
Selassie eye and I'm proud to say, I never need a 9 by my waist
Niggas still respect my game so celestials respect my space
And I just might be in
and screaming, I hurt for 'em
A cold world that's why we pack heaters
Listening to this preacher as he tryna reach us
I'mma need to go back, I gots to get 'em
Back
money
You took my heart from me
I'll never be the same
Now killing won't be hard for me
Cause I can't feel a thing
Sunday morning, preacher in
you all a lot
They put old John in the electric chair they shaved his ankles and his head
The preacher said son you got something to say in a minute
last mile…
That's when the red letters rang
Like they pierced through my side
Somehow the preacher-man spoke
And I remembered my life
There is a God I
and dizzy hotties
That the preacher had suped up with lies
Had me cooped up lookin at loot, butt, and thighs
During the service, he swallowed up the poor
and dizzy hotties
That the preacher had suped up with lies
Had me cooped up lookin at loot, butt, and thighs
During the service, he swallowed up the poor
you, gave His life for you, now He really wanna share a bond with you
She was shocked, she looked me in the eyes, she’s never seen a preacher man look
of pardon
A horror story ever since the garden
Without Jesus, man's heart would harden
Not a one among us worthy of heaven
Not the preachers' wife, not
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