to thee How great Thou art, how great Thou art Then sings my soul, my Savior God to thee How great Thou art, how great Thou art How great Thou art, how
me please How many miles must we march? How many miles must we march? How many miles must we march? How many miles must we march? How many miles must we? How
I'm gonna walk away and it's up to you to say how far Out of this chair Or just across the room Halfway down the block Or halfway to the moon How far
believe That's how I feel when I'm with you That's how I feel when I'm with you That's how I feel, that's how I feel When I'm with you Your lucky coat
thing Or is it just a one night stand Let me see you get high and go low Now girl won't you drop that thing down to the floor I'm here for one night, how
Mr. 305, I want everybody To get down 'cause we about to shut down Oh, can't tell me nothing now Baby, I know how to fly Oh, can't nothing hold me down
play politics Next time he's the one that the country picks Martin Van Burne, number eight For a one-term shot as Chief of State William Harrison, how
the leader, so Eric B. we are Microphone fiend, it's the return of the god, peace god Uh, uh, and ain't nobody fresher I'm in Mason, uh, Martin Margiela
's blue And I be goddamned if my rims ain't too My money's light green and my Jordan's light gray And they love to see white, now how much you tryna pay
right I will never know But here goes nothing Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music Aston Martin music, music All night Aston Martin
the brain What really matters, is how well is your weapon trained Some would say genius, while others would say insane The Weapon power has been witnessed upon my page From Martin
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i walk around like im in space cause it feels so good, Im on another planet, Im on another planet. [Verse 1] I'm on another planet ask me how i got
human being [Verse 2] Uhh, rockstar baby now come to my suite and get lockjaw baby Rich n-gga lookin at the cops all crazy its the mob sh-t n-gga Martin
Hell, I want to show how you all look like beautiful stars tonight You've got to feel it Aw, you soundin' good They say we can't be livin' like this
, but you look more like a lemon These sour apple bitter bitches, I'm not fuckin' wit' 'em I'm truly stupid paid that's just how I feel today, I'm movin
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