the fuck were you last month? You act like a veteran But I've never seen you before. I don't ask your respect Because next month you will be gone,
you can beat me with any spatula that you want i mean i really want you bad ya cunt nick you had your fun i come to kick you in your sack of junk man
morning light When I know you'll be there I believe in the morning light Where I know I will see your face again You will be free, you'll be there I
you're going But you know it's gone be quite a ride You know with every twist, turn, crash and burn That you're gonna reach the other side You will
leavin' out the stores with heavy bags 'Cause we be poppin' tags, trippin' we be poppin' tags Pop tires in reverse, you'll be needin' a nurse Leave you
reflection of who I am and what will be An' though she'll grow and someday leave, maybe raise a family When I'm gone I hope you see how happy she made me For I'll be
be okay Where you go, what you find Will remain or pass us by Some will climb, some will fall Some will rise above it all Promises you make or break
courdial like this killa 'posed to and I wish you would really try to come get test me, you break bread with niggas that owe you, I can show you, slowly
down, it'll work itself in time Don't be misled by these troubles in life Everybody wants that miracle Just so far from where will it go If it's meant to be
test God bless All you really gotta do is just keep your faith Wish - You can send it if you open up You can get it if you need love As much
Satan is the enemy, God please help us I don't wanna be selfish I don't wanna live my life tryin' to be rebellious Who be checkin' when you know you
for the sinner and the saint Yeah, bow down all you wicked and the vain Bow to the miracle, the em, na, na Three times and the devil will be gone One
crack at ya You can beat me with any spatula that you want I mean I really want ya bad, you cunt Nick, you had your fun, I've come to kick you in your
in the magic But for you I will, for you I will If I'm a fool, I'll be a fool Darlin' for you I'm countin' on a miracle Baby I'm countin' on a miracle
kick it? Yes you can Can I, kick it? Yes you can Can I, kick it? Yes you can Well I'm gone - are you gonna miss me when I leave? Besides this 8 times
that I sent to you 'Cause when I was low you was there for me And never left me alone because you cared for me And I could see you comin' home after
you in space You won't be able to sleep when I get you a wake That's a funeral, holla, get a funeral, holla Necessary you'll be pretty at the funeral
taking Nike shoes off Hit the stage that I grace to amuse y'all Wanna be a pilot, you gotta learnt to fly And you wanna be a star, your home in the sky
