Just emphasize His lead- The lover of your soul. Do you like the things that life is showing you? (Do you know) Just emphasize His lead- (Where you're
Do you know where you're going to Do you like the things that life is showing you Where are you going to Do you know This goes out to my man his name
Do you remember The southern breakfast treat Referred to as grits But it looks like cream of wheat [chorus:] Don't bring me down Please, please Don't
Well everybody, everybody in the place to be Open up your mind and let your soul be free I can feel the Most High shining on me, so Let's get this party
Hush little baby baby don't you cry Daddy's gonna sing you a lullaby Everything's gonna be alright The Lord's gonna answer your prayer tonight Hush little
[CHORUS] I got a ticket, I got a ticket I got a ticket to ride (Gotta a ticket to ride to the other side) I got a ticket, I got a ticket I got a ticket
I clear my throat before I grab the mic I need uno momento Them cynics gonna ride me like a pinto No resentment do you comprehend my innuendo You still
I had a dream last night about the other side And I must confess that it was quite the ride I had a dream last night and the fact that you weren't there
got your attention Know that I'm a man on a mission, my position is Momentum [CHORUS] Been on a roll for two thousand years or so We've got momentum
Suggestions, questions People want to know Is there life after talk Cause there's talk on the row Twistin' words that I've never even said To the ones
This is my skizzle. For Izzle. Uh-uh Do what? What-what? What? Now when I say, "Where my freaks?" You can say, "Woo-woo." So where my freaks? (Woo-woo
And we're back...it's me, your around-the-way girl rollin' through the night on the Quiet Storm. Tonight is kinda special... we got Toby Mckheen up in
(Anyways I told the guy, 'Nice coat! Who shot the cow?!')(laughter) (Hey how ya doin today?) I'm doin okay. (Eh, that's dandy. Hey, what can I get for
Think think dad your pity pityful Think think dad your pity pityful Think think dad your pity pityful Think think dad your pity pityful Think think dad
Welcome to the world of a kid named Mikey Who had only one reason to be hated be whitey Raised on a farm outside of South Bend Where they hated on him
I've played in L.A. and D.C., Manhattan and Sydney And Kingston, Jamaica where my Mandy was made It's 98 degrees in the straight-up shade I say I'm stickin
Well, every time I turn my back I get the feeling that I'm 'bout to take a shot to the skully with a bat I'm out of control, need you to fill my soul
