Now I know the reason why I'm here You never know why You're alive Until you know what you would die for I would die for You And I know I don't have
Översättning: Mercy Me. Jag skulle dö för dig.
I dedicate to you, my Lord Lord, you mean the world to me Before I was born you chose me You always hear me when I'm calling Even catch me when I'm falling You
oh grace oh grace); what would I do without grace Oh oh oh grace; where would I be, where would I be without grace How can you love me still when Ia??
what you say Tied to the train tracks begging me for mercy This is gonna hurt you more than it hurts me I warned you, I told you it would end this way
sexy and looking at me And it got me caught in a mind control This place is prison, I'm chained up, I give up And I'm at her mercy, she wouldn't let
dig a damn ditch Get out my face, I'm tired of the press too You write about me, I write about you You think I'm violent, but listen and you will find
, then I swallow it, I ain't no chump Face of death, then I cocked my pump I'm a nigga on the trigger, madder than a pitbull Just layin' for a reason
Yeah you know, yeah you know Yeah you know, yeah you know Yeah you know, yeah you know Yeah you know, you know, you know Girl, we rock and we roll And you
You kicked me when I was down, fuck what you say, just Don't hurt me, it don't hurt me, no more Bitch, you get no love You showed me nothing but hate
out of you I want it more than truth I can taste it on my breath I would give my life Just for a little, a little death So I'll come by and see you
Can you play me something Like you just would play? Just outside my window I hear the late September dogs And I understand their warning I understand
for shade If I was a bed, I would stay unmade If I was a river I'd run uphill If you call me you know I will If you call me you know I will Ooo, freedom
his side for me, I would die for you, like he died for me You're my Bonnie, I'm your Clyde, lets ride If you ever needed blood, I would cut myself Just
make those Frenchies scream "You ze man! You ze man! You ze man!" Like a fine Renoir, I've got that je me c'est quoi Like a fine Renoir, I've got that je me
comes for you) (When judgment comes for you) And whatcha gonna do When there ain't no where to hide? (Tell me what) When judgment comes for you ('Cause
a nigga feel it, gotta keep on mackin' trippin' down ah, but you not almighty, keep on comin'. Comin' for you, thinkin' to get you, nigga we'll split you
