Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-followin' Jesus Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-lovin' Jesus The gospel train is comin
Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-loving Jesus. Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-following Jesus. Oh, can't you hear it
Talk about suffering here below Let's keep talking about Jesus Talk about suffering here below Better keep talking about Jesus The gospel train is coming
Translation: Unknown. Talk About Suffering.
Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-loving Jesus. Talk about suffering here below And let's keep a-following Jesus. Oh, can't you hear
Talk about suffering here and below And talk about love and Jesus. Talk about suffering here and below And let's keep a following Jesus. Oh God's fortune
Talk about sufferin' here below And talk about lovin' Jesus. Talk about sufferin' here below And let's keep a-followin' Jesus. The gospel train is coming
a lot Don't deny gonna sing you a lullaby Don't talk about me I ma silient person If you love me I can be a topic Where superstars (Oh Where) Talking about
off of love, drunk from my hate It's like I'm huffin' paint and I love it, the more I suffer I suffocate and right before I'm about to drown, she resuscitates
love Drunk from the hate It's like I'm huffing paint And I love it the more that I suffer I suffocate And right before I'm about to drown She resuscitates
Slim, we could have been together Think about it, you ruined it now I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it And when you dream, I hope you can't sleep And you scream about
then comes the menopause Oh, Lord, Oh, Lord We're going to always be a heap of fun Like the devil taking over my body, suffering, suffering, suffering Everybody's suffering
with it was a chick I barely knew I could go on all day about all the things that I did like that day I was talking mad-crazy about leaving my wife and
know. (Akiva) Yo for real though, I suffer from stinky dick Every time I take a piss it smells just like shit (Jorma) Ha ha, yeah, that's what I'm talking about
many of us have them? (How many of us have them?) Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, before we go any further, let's talk about friends. Bizzy
Any city I can hit the hood cause Scar is the truth I know so much about these streets that I can walk them asleep You can't tell me shit about your hood
facin' The kids raise themselves, all kind of temptation Flowers and candles decoratin' all the pavements No, the perpetrator ain't seein' no arrangements Nobody cares about the feelings of the poor Many suffer