This is a call to arms to defend what's ours Victory is ours no matter what the cost I give respect where respect is due Hardcore - my heart is true
like me Day you came into this world I was so excited Eleven twenty-one double-zero, my baby girl is here [Chorus] [Blue Chip] Yo, yo, you see this
ll go for you with everything I got. RIght here, the best days of our lives. Is this coincidence or a sign? Is there anything I missed? Is there anything
guilty (Lie Detector) You're guilty (Lie Detector) You're guilty (Lie Detector) Til you're proven innocent these days No one's innocent these days 'Cause
I remained the same me Fuck niggas, bitches too All I got is this money, this'll do [Chorus: Drake] Who would have thought I'd be caught in this life
Its like this rope waitin to choke Tightenin around my throat Watchin me while i write this like "I dont like this, NO!" All i hear is Lyrics lyrics
the meaning of giving {Both} Oh, heaven must have sent you from above Oh, heaven must have sent your precious love {D'Angelo} Oh, to find a love like ours is rare these days
We know this world will drown in blood. Last days of May, this spring is dying once again, But we sense this summer may not be ours anymore. Within these
my answer i can give you my answer i know (i know) if you stay (if you stay) this will be (this will) ours to take (be ours to take) inside i (
: Deep in our hearts By this time, we've crossed so many lands So many friends we've lost So many bitter ends By these days of anger, traitors and disguise
never go, oh no But we cannot endure like the earth and the mountains Life is not ours to keep, for a new sun is rising Soon these days shall pass
where desire is from ye Cuz only 2 yrs back we came 2 share that Glorious gospel seen em holdin they tears back Now we got new orleans in our backyard God is
so well but innervision guides me There is no I, there is no you Nothing to pray for nor to do Ours is the kingdom of stars Yes I'm in this age But
gifts without the curse Her pleasure is my purpose Pleasure to be at your service We front row at fashion shows As well as Sunday morning service But better days
Interlude: Debra Killings (Something's gotta change Sounds of laughter and happiness come from teardrops to rain Been bearing this burden for too many of my days
on my brain Yeah, numbness on my brain Oh yeah, oh yeah So these are my days, my days, my days So these are my crimes So these are my crimes So these
purchase earth for her, present the gift without the curse Her pleasure is my purpose, pleasure to be at your service We front row at fashion shows, as well as Sunday morning service For better days
