song You can't spend the whole song in space You can't spend the whole song in space You can't spend the whole song in space You can't spend the whole
Translation: The Church. Song In Space.
, I aint got no choice but to rep I put straight shots in they hair Make pretty girls, do the ugly face And they just my song on Move back I need dougie space
call me jeezy baby and please dont try to play me yeah you gonna need more than god to come save me WAIT thats my savior church, now im missin ya eyes
new What happened to your funk, did you lose it? Or did you get juked by dangerous music? We stole all your money, and all your songs Done you like
after death if we suffer and pray Even though they fuck us off in this life today And that white Jesus hangin on the wall in church ain't a part of a
said he didn't want a hook at the end of the song [Cee:] Oh you mean we're at the end of the song? [Pain:] Yeah, everybody is already done their rap that
space collide Mortals sit and watch the tide Of Angels crashing up against the sacred shore Without the holy grail Only evil can prevail The church
girl, I like that girl I like the skinny girl, I like the fat girl I like the college girl and the hoodie rat too I like the church girl Ms. 'Goodie
and space And if the song should ever end My heart will never be the same The song will always speak your name You are the music of my life The song
explode, just like I were a bomb flying over Vietnam high with my Uncle Tom. Or sitting in a cabin having a sip of tea, while a parrot sings a song
Alright, before we get it started when we did, "smoke two joints" That was Jack from the Toys and that song, "Rivers of Babylon" Was written by Brent
Alright, before we get it started Before we did 'Smoke two joints', that was Jack from the Toys And that song 'Rivers Of Babylon' Was written by B Dowe
I don't Jones for nothing 'cause that's a waste Waste of space in my frontal lobe And I just sit, deal with it, don't have a fit Do you know what I'm
vision and possibility? What chance does anyone have when all the spaces are filled? Sipping breakfast teas to the sound of Space Invaders. * Television
Well, my buddies ask me If I would write them a song? That says how we're different But how good we all get along For Bob, he is a Baptist And his wife
