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Standing here looking out my window My nights are long and my days are cold 'Cause I don't have you How can I be so damn demanding? I know you said that

Ohhh Pictures in my pocket Are faded from the washer I can barely just make out your face Food you saved for later In my refrigerator Its been too

Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga Aim 4 the head, when you see him, go get him nigga

Oh man, oh man, oh man, oh man, yo, yo, yo, I can't understand Why the parents and the teachers and everybody trying to o the kids The young generation

Yo, fuck Octagon Don't ask me about that fuckin shit Fuckin ask me about that fuckin shit again I ain't doin that type of shit (I ain't doin that shit

Yo, yo, uh, uh Y'know how Cam act drunk or playin' sacks, stand back Have a girl with a grand pack on Amtrak Real shrewd, all these niggas be harrasing

We have raised a thousand voices Just to lift Your holy name And we will raise thousands more To sing of Your beauty in this place Well, none can even

I fail in every single way But every time I hear You say "Faithful one, come to this place The place of rest where you belong" Anticipate the final day

In the morning, when I rise In the morning, when I rise In the morning, when I rise Give me Jesus Give me Jesus Give me Jesus You can have all this world