above Royal David's city Was bathed in the light of love Jesus Christ was born today Jesus Christ was born Jesus Christ was born today Jesus Christ
Översättning: Big Star. Jesus Kristus.
then he said, "Manifest the great" All of a sudden, what I'm remembering Ground started to shake, everything trembling The power of the truth was shooting through my Timberlands Here was my Lord Jesus Christ
Hurricane Chris 5150 Ratchet A Bay Bay (The Ratchet Remix) [Chorus 1:] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5] Im in the club hollerin' A bay bay [X5]
instead I'm a God in her eyes The father of Christ, sure to be immortal Guzzlin' beer bottles by the dozen with Devin that's mi hermano Big Pun will
guess I'm bad Y'all are gonna feel like Chris Columbus when you discover me Under the covers undercover in reverie readily I'd say I was bigger than Jesus
Clint Eastwood starred on Raw Hide Now he lives in California off a mountain side Making love you got to be satisfied Make a mistake you got to be rectified Jesus Christ
the great" All of a sudden, what I'm remembering Ground started to shake, everything trembling The power of the truth was shooting through my Timberlands Here was my Lord Jesus Christ
I was lost in the infinite sea I was lost and beggin' for pleasure And this world is waitin' for me Jimi Hendrix was a nigger Jesus Christ and Grandma
was, young and buckwild in the hood havin fun A van drove by and my boy caught one My heart poundin, I was chasin the past I seen Martin Luther King and Jesus Christ
The harsh realities of life is takin' tolls Even Jesus Christ forsake my soul Please tell me what price to pay to make it home Take control, I'm makin
1] Yo, I preach through my raps God is watchin me I still reach to my strap Broads is watchin me they wanna leech to my trap Tha Jesus Christ on my neck
(Jeffree Star) This is Jeffree Fucking Star, And this is a big fuck you, To all you jealous bitches, That get mad that i'm fucking your boyfriends, And
girl's voice. We are drowning in the approaching shadows. I am dreaming and cannot hold it. I have seen. (Dear Christ: the silence and the loss; we are born and fall. Dear Christ
Glower through the high stone traceries Oily smears bequeathed by thirsty souls Studied throughout my long daze Scumbled paint in priceless fossils Many a sad sullen pieta - Christ
They call me lyrical...Jesus They call me lyrical...Jesus I'm only second to...Jesus I'm only lyrical...Jesus Now as I'm peeling myself down off of the
milk and bread but I got big big plans i ride a big boat with a big ol motor and I aint really that big on helping you turn your leaf over (lets sing
