Lyrics:
the faith
And never be dismayed
According to your works
You gonna get your pay
Even though these cruel demons put this planet at stake
By the sweat of your
Writing this letter, hoping you're okay
Sent to the room you used to stay in every Sunday
The one that is warmed by sunshine everyday
And we'll get
and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs chill and chill, but hey, so what?
Nuggets in my pocket, wine in my hand
I got it like
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
that
No problem, (why?) because I got it like that
A Baby Bam beat and an African rap
My partner by my side, Sammy be is on the cut
Your DJs
so
When you used me
I wanted to be yours
But now thats come to change
Cuz im Alone again
This time it seems for good
I wanna cry inside
Ive convinced
This for every kid that been neglected by they parent
God'll be your father and your mamma if you let Him
Bottle up that trauma that you carry and reject
they hang the mistletoe
And I'm by the fire
I don't wanna be alone
Baby, won't you take me home for Christmas
Show me 'round your town
Take me
I used to walk home all alone, it used to be so sad
I used to be all by myself, used to be so bad
Until you
You came along and took me by the hand
Linda Lou, honest true,
I'm just wild about your lovely eyes of blue,
For your smile, I'd walk miles,
For my honey child I'm glad to be with you,
appriciate,
Please be my pride and joy
2,4,6,8, who do you appriciate,
I want to be your lover boy
Tell me, what means the world to you?
Your spouse, or your house with the gorgeous view?
Is it the sand white and the water blue?
But your priorities
candles, yeah
More than I can handle, yeah
Shot by police, they say it’s black on black
We won’t get no peace till we start blasting back
So go and grab your
I wanna thank you, pimps and players
For sharing your game with me
I wanna thank all, of the hustlers
For showing me your life, on the street
to your ears or something
Bye your voices do
You believe–what percentage of people
Here–and by the way, i’m
Not setting y’all up
I’m not setting y’all up
I did not understand
You said to me, "Be born anew
For I have a plan"
Now I'm born from above
In Your Spirit, in Your love
I'm healed by the Son
Rosie
Come down and get the door for me
I'm drunk again, remember when we used to be?
Rosie
I know you said no more for me
But that was all
Dawg, follow your pride, the rhythm'll guide you
Yo, follow them guys, them niggaz'll rob you
And have you up in somethin' that don't' really involve
spirals
The wicked is diseased and it ain't all viral
Could be greed and gluttony bubblin' inside you
Dawg, follow your pride, the rhythm'll guide you
Yo,
'em cross that borderline
Start setting boundaries know your place with those nobody should be upset
If you don't speak on what's really be going
bumps, tryin to rap on beat
I cut your fog lamp down like meat, cut, by the pound
Heather B, step to me, with your thin sound
Twist your knobs, your
any means
Strung out all dope sniffers from the Northside and fucked 'em
Young'n got on that meth and he be lookin' lean
Cross your top with
used to be loveable
Never again
Never again
The way that I'm cutting off all of my loved ones it should be a sin, yea (should be a sin)
How I'm busy
Can't say that I'm used to this
Come see my world, you new to this
We slappin' out the Uber b*tch
Bad b*tch, WHO IS THIS?
Smokin' like a Hookah Stick
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