Oh Lord All is all is I is me is us Oh Lord Trying the best I can, an imperfect man With fire to understand But it's so hard to see when blind Find your
Oh Lord All is all is I is me is us Oh Lord Trying the best I can, an imperfect man With fire to understand But it's so hard to see when blind Find
like that And all the remnants of her recent past Are scattered in the wild wind She walks across the marble floor Where a voice from the gambling room is
vacations, but only woke up with baggage All you ever did was love me, and look at where it got you And when you wanted more, all I did was say I'm not
Gates To see the man upstairs, on some real talk homie I'm tired of being stuck here If I could I would fly to the moon Y'all probably think I'm trippin
background} [erick sermon] Hype, one two like that y'all Check it out one two y'all It's the beat, that make it one and two y'all It's the beat, that
Here's a little story I gots to tell Hype, one, two like that y'all Check it out one, two y'all It's the beat, that make it one and two y'all It's the
paint And there ain't nothin' left but Doc's own sign And that is gettin' faint Still, when southern breezes and flickering stars Caress our sleeping town And the pale moon
all from my window So please, the lady's heading upstairs the first door The second deliver my clothes, the third, run my tub water Every way she represented made sense to me When black is
The guy upstairs is such a freak, for five years now I've had a leak. What does he do up there? All day long he "sleeps all day" then he goes out and
hits the earth Countin my birth, puttin in work Um, before we start to disolve, the dirt and disappear from here Countin my fears, hopin theres a heaven upstairs The moon
that. And all the remnants of her recent past Are scattered in the wild wind. She walks across the marble floor Where a voice from the gambling room is
the guy upstairs is such a freak five years now i've had a leak and what does he do up there? all day long, he sleeps all day and he goes out and comes
yeah?) To see the man upstairs, on some real talk homie Im tires of being stuck here If i could i would fly to the moon (zoom) Y'all probably think im
but only woke up with baggage All you ever did was love me, and look at where it got you And when you wanted more, all I did was say I'm not you I'm selfish
thinkin' to myself There is no one for you but me and I mean that And I've think about all the things we been through Like all gettin' fightin' for example
