faithful like you, Hallelujah Can't do me the way you do, knew it was true God None other faithful like you hallelujah It's true God, hallelujah It's true God, true God
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like you, Hallelujah Can't do me the way you do, knew it was true God None other faithful like you hallelujah It's true God, hallelujah It's true God, true God
is exactly what the fuck that Im talking about when we riot You dealin with a few true villains Whose stand inside of the booth truth spillin And spit true
Suffocating my delight 'Til I was dragged into the light, into the stillness Into the white hot flame of my deepest fears And when I came crashing through, humbled and true
cable car up there with pride, I gotta ride (Ride, ride) Giddy up down to San Francisco, San Francisco (Giddy up, giddy up) Where love is true as time
to paradise, damn I missed it Pop a bottle, light a purple candle I got somethin' that you can't quite handle, that's why you love me Pour bubbly, glow from the flame
the game But I overstand they truth is all lame I hold cannons that shoot balls of flames Right in they fat mouth then I carve my name Nas too real, Nas true
rolling with Mo posse up Do damage and manage to wiggle our way out of handcuffs As we strut as thugs We must doin' our best to obey god violent in these
the name Boppin' to fame, a crooked nigga droppin' in pain Rockin' a cain, back up bitch, you blockin' my lane Tryna foul on a nigga 'cause you hot in the flame
every section And walk the projects with no protection Be surrounded by a mob, and not get robbed Considered to be a savior and not be God (Whoa) Listen
alive Out alive The good die young There might be no tomorrow In god we trust Through all this pain and sorrow The good die young The flame will burn
to be Can I get closer, closer to you And now I'm thinking to myself what is going on Cause it's to good to be true But then I remember there's a God
me He said, "Dance for me, fanciulla gentile" He said, "Laugh awhile, I can make your heart feel" He said, "Fly with me, touch the face of the true God
you motherfuckers that caused the ruckus, Then I fix a few stitches, Badow! Blast my style back like you bitches, I forward forward with high punches, Spit the flame
shit is exactly what the fuck that I'm talkin' about when we riot You dealin' with a few true villains Who stand inside of the booth, truth spillin' And spit true
look they say you blowin up, hey is it true fired up? I say girl they wasn't kiddin like they tubes tied up I'm hollin hey Good god what a day I gotta
we should get to know one another I discover when I bring you through my people say TRUE, all I can say is all praise due I thank you God for a beauty
