Translation: Goodman, Benny. You're A Heavenly Thing.
Translation: Cleo Brown. You're A Heavenly Thing.
of a life with you Take me with you I'm the one who's Gonna lift you To your shining star You make me happy, baby You try to make me feel real good
into trouble Spirit rumble in the temple Mumble nothing You should be more humble In the continental call your bluff Your puffin' smoke is fundamental In this ocean you're a
trouble, spirit rumble in the temple Mumble nothing, you should be more humble In the continental all your bluff You're puffin smoke, it's fundamental In this ocean you're a
rumble in the temple Mumble nothing Your should be more humble In the continental all your bluff You're puffin smoke, it's fundamental In this ocean you're a
pilot on your plane So you're not the man you used to be Try all the game, but you'll never know this mystery When your pie has no plate" Said, "You're not the man you
world are you going let you hypocrits It'll take your life to be a Christian man I hope you learn, everything else Is in vein so you're bound to burn
't want you but won't let you go/ Someone who thinks you're crazy and tells you so, over and over and over/ If this happens to you, you're better off
a couple of niggas, man You know, go in they hood and do a drive-by Then come back in the hood and laugh about that stuff You know, it's just a thing Only thing
fake, G You're only gonna be in for a rude awakening 'Cause sooner or later you haters are all gonna face me And when you face me with all the shit you
be heavenly But you must give trust a try You got burned you got bruised, you got So you got a kick outta that unhealthy shit You said to she You'd
say You were smiling at me Sitting with another guy And I can't stop comparing you to an angel in the sky, yeah You're beautiful You're beautiful You're
I am just a, just a man Trying to stay Satan free Through hell is where they're taking me I swore, so amazing, to be a thug A true, true hero under
you made you a name Thanks to our Heavenly Father We fly on the jet now instead of the charter Leave a nice tip in the front for the gardener Do a lot
things may seem hard My life, I know I can depend on God My life, things might not always go right My life, but at the end I'll see a bright light [
plus runnin' wild Caught you as a child Brought you under clouds never earthquakes When I'm home from work late Never forget your birth date, I love you Damn your understandin' have me hunger like a
about cha, only thing you got is God Out here in these streets if you get down on your luck You can stand up with a hand down but nobody give a fuck