and let him in your heart Change is gonna come, the change is gonna come Make it your change, run to God in your heart Let God in your heart, he will
, Look like you play ball lookin' girl, Eat the cake, eat the cake Anna Mae, Tina Turner lookin' girl, Burnt lookin' girl, Goon lookin' girl, Your tracks all
(Verse 1) Weak lookin? boy, you slow lookin? boy, Dirty white sock on your toe lookin? boy, You rat lookin? boy, will you marry me, splat lookin? boy,
You'ze a broke lookin' boy, joke lookin' boy, Let me clear my throat lookin' boy, Spongebob on your shirt lookin' boy, I play in dirt lookin' boy, All
your pretty body on that bed Girl I am gonna rub my fingers through your hair And I am gonna kiss you on your neck (yes sir) Then I am gonna take you out your
in the morn. all then its ouch I have a devils haircut in my mind That's why I be sucking blood and busting nuts in my rhymes, I'm horny so don't ignore me if your
they hood robbin?, your money or your life and there ain?t no stopping I never get the working you know I heard they hood robbin?, your money or your
a cruise New York got they hand out Like I owe somethin, check they stance they frontin I'm two seconds fromt wistin ya'll shit over nuttin All a sudden
eaten the lamb On tomorrow's pages There's a day of your life in your hands Full of people you don't understand In my highwire days I can see all the
Can you raise both your hands and clap 'em Can you say, "sure, I'll always try" Can you make friends among people and animals Basically, everything is
hour he'll shake hands with death. Chorus: You don't have to go home And live up in Glory But you can't stay forever down here. For all in this world
a shot Raise your hands at the slam to thicken the plot Open your eyes to the lies of the enemy's lot Run like the wind from the sin of your past Keep your
And raise your hands as the slam starts to thicken the plot Openin' eyes to the lies of the enemies' lot So run like the wind from the sin of your past Keep your
your baby boy, will give sight to a blind man? Mary, did you know That your baby boy, will calm the storm with his hand? Did you know That your baby
is the Lamb, worthy is the Lamb Worthy, worthy is the Lamb Worthy is the Lamb, worthy is the Lamb High and lifted up, worthy, worthy, worthy is the Lamb
you for this love, Lord Thank you for the nail pierced hands Washed me in Your cleansing flow Now all I know Your forgiveness and embrace Worthy is the Lamb
all that I am, And heal me! With the blood of the lamb. Mold me with your gracious hand; Break me till I'm only yours- Own me! You call me daughter
birth Patrick?s save of the Irish nation William Carey?s expectation Lambs and lions called to the ends of the earth Gotta put my hands to the plow