grow? How deep have we to fall, To get to the surface? Hey you, the one who knows The one who loves Tell us, tell us how it was And how it will be Hey Lord
to grow? How deep have we to fall, To get to the surface? Hey you, the one who knows The one who loves Tell us, tell us how it was And how it will be Hey Lord
Yell help, too many cooks and a bird in the bush, yell help Yell help, if your mirror busts and your cat gets cussed, yell help `Cause down the road you
[Verse 1] Drivin down the motherfuckin highway the flyway hey bitch, you goin my way? Now I got a passenger I look at the miniskirt, now I'm askin her
[gospel singing] [R. Kelly] Wrap your arms around us God Let there be peace, and no more war And bring our soldiers home, let us pray [hey hey hey
Hey, look out for my glass up there, man! That's my drink, man, that's my drink, alright... Make it a double, or eh... Somebody has to sing Some body
lickin a slickin away At you and your brothers and say "Hey playa where's my money?" [Chorus:] If I should die before I wake I praise the lord be for
see The Sword of Damocles hanging directly above her Oh Lord Oh my Lord Oh Lord How have I offended thee? Wrap your tender arms around me Oh Lord Oh Lord Oh My Lord
seen look he was in your mirror Call it an act of God Call it whatcha want except an act of God [x3] Call it an act of God Oh Lord Call it whatcha
was kinda like outta my mind And I seen him a-cryin' away I say hey baby, hey yeah Hear me cry Hey baby, baby, baby Hear me cry Remember that room full of mirrors
before .. Hhem-delle-la, ennich-me-noughh-mi-niche-mick-norr .. Have you ever experienced spirits in lyrics when you hear 'em 'til you scared to stare in into any mirrors
like a mirror to my soul. But a queen. (My queen) And finally now I know just what that means. Oh yeah. You're the blessing I never thought I would get. And to the Lord
damn you're laughin' but you wanna cry your coolness hey, is just a lie you're venerable too it's the price you have to pay look in the mirror before
they get the cover of a magazine we got to die We got to die, we got to die, we got to die Lord we got to die, hey, whoa, whoa, whoa [Chorus] Shots go
month, nigga what, the perfect time to come up. The only problem is I'm broke and ain't got no dope. But as I was standin?at my bathroom mirror, I look
thinkin I'm in trouble I reached to touch my face, but I couldn't feel my beard stubble I screamed, "oh lord help!" Looked into the mirror
