Your hair reminds me of heaven and Your eyes take me from this hell Bring me closer to your soul tonight You Are The One Your lips make me feel like
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throws it In the lion's den Which of you to gain me tell Will risk uncertain pains of hell? I will not forgive you If you will not take the chance The
Are you a phantom detective? Can you read my soul backwards? I would glide with you If you are a backwards ghost I will hire you Brother, are you really
't judge you for knocking Because the spirit of the ghetto says "You Gotta!" They snatch you again from rock flippin' Give back into the neighborhood, you
are men of nature We are made from the earth At the end of my eighty I'll return to the dirt Just sand, just rock Dry land, vast and silent Only being
that Great Vast But if I can I would like to meet my Maker There's one or two things, I'd sure like to ask Won't you come to my funeral when my days are
you woke up in Your ditch. You looked up at Your sky. That, that made Blue be your color. You had your knife ther with you, too. When you stood up, there
case It's about to be a catastrophe And if you got beehives right before your eyes About to start shit that'll attract the flies And then you hear lies
bugged out Might look at you and slice you Buck fifty face stupid and say but run Nike swoop Who the fuck you think, let y'all wild niggas in Allowed you
time I get caught one was sittin' with me 2 time before this, now add one more to the program quick Shackled down, now I'm on a mission to a one man cell
all used up Break open your million dollar weapon And push your luck, still you push, still you push your luck A broken nosed mogul are you One of
watching and wishing I could follow Though among the regrets that I can't get by There are just one or two unkind things I said to you Daddy what was
Verse 1 a?? Suffa You sound like a bitch man, Nymphos in your clip and disco riffs man, I'll tell you this, OK, it don't fit man, It's like OJ, little
't go back, please let me stay with You" For You are the resurrection of the life The Son of the Living God You're the only one worthy of honor And glory
You mentioned La Pieta The dotted line The holy flapping dress White legs carving darkness And you traced your thoughts on the tablecloth As you were
you give that thing a rest You're just a one-man pissin contest This used to be a nice place And now your dick is in the mayonnaise How does one vent one
are the expression of infinitive intelligence we express our belief that all forms of life are manifestations of spirit and thus, all men are children of God Far from down below one
