'm hairy high and low Don't ask me why Don't know It's not for lack of break Like the Grateful Dead Darling Gimme head with hair Long beautiful hair Shining, gleaming, Streaming, flaxen, waxen Give me
to the sky It's a feelin' I can't describe Now bounce with me Come on bounce with me Get up, everybody just bounce with me V*Enna make this party rock Lift Jesus
, but ain't nobody take it Now I'm playin' solitaire patient Crucifix pieces, necklace with Jesus See me as blasphemous for I don't need them God give me strength, Allah give me
within myself! I never be giving ah damn about it ckuz it be feelin so live, So when I be doin that there, don't fuck with me and take me outta my vibe
can't make it to heaven taking your own life, so repeat after me, the devil ain't pimpin me, cause I can do all things through jesus christ who strengthens me
't get me crunk watch me pop trunk Smoking on cush ain't never seen skunk Man I'm so throwed caught me in the zone I don't give a fuck about you calling
[Z-Ro:] Now you might catch me bobbing my head, but you will not catch me dancing You might catch me getting at a broad, but you will not catch me romancing
else can I do, to make an honest livin seem like whatever I do will get me up in prison, never seen me on the corner, never caught me with crack gotta
sad to say, but a lot of mothers gon walk in Mrs. Johnson's shoes So my condolences, goes out to the grieving Lord give me the strength, so I can make
Can't afford to stay in the 4 Seasons, but I still smoke Why y'all niggas fucking with me, I wanna be free But jealousy and envy, be watching me planning on stopping me
around me Without it in my pocket, motherfuckers try to down me Whenever I try to go get it, the laws surround me Take away my name give me a number, and take me
they use me for a punching bag, that's alright Even if my woman don't want me no more, that's alright I got jesus and I can conversate with him all night Give me
I shine Even though I went a long way, I gotta keep on going So I read the root, when I grind Sure is funny to me, when a nigga give me my card Another
can't get a set of keys to the studio And I know my fanbase is probably tired of me talking about the struggle But since I resurrected time all the niggas don't want to see me
Jesus I don't know who to trust But give me a choice between real and fake I'm gone know who to bust Lord have mercy on me, cause I'm gone always sleep
of been avoided I just wanted a friend, feel me But they can't kill me, cause I don't give a fuck If I bust with a gun, cause I don't give a damn no mo
make more money, more money But still here you are You can hate, hate til you waste away You can come back tomorrow Jesus is not here today He's gone