until my return I'll be counting too I always do I don't know how I'll get through this But don't worry I will Your words they cut right through this
have made my choice to follow I'll worship you alone forever Let your rain fall down on me Feel the warmth of your embrace To know that this is grace
always dreamed we'd be forever I always thought it'd be ok I took for granted all you gave me I never thought you'd go away Was this not love that we
Sing to me this melody I'll let the rhythm take control Sing to me this melody A rhythm I have never known This harmony rises up in me Sing to me
s falling far behind from who you are You have our full attention After all we've failed to mention That this all our fault, cause here we are With
I have been waiting And to know your love it is never ending I long to see you again Holy Spirit please come back in I could never walk alone All this
Back up lets stop and start again The words I said now have new meaning You have changed the ways I once new Your love it found this heart of mine Showed
tell you what you want to know The future holds a brighter day for you You may ask yourself tonight Is it out of reach, out of reach, is it out of reach is
up there's no more time to waste Today is the day We are the ones We are the ones This is who we are Now all rise To who we are inside
Come what may we'll see this through To give up on this love I found in you Come what may we'll see this through Come what may we'll see this Come what
this temptress d: Yeahhhh Tricky: It's a mongrel rage It's a new age As long as you're humble Let you be the king of jungle We run everything Always
it out Check it - check it - check it out y'all Bus - Bust a rhyme Fre - Fresh Kid Ice Bus - Bust a rhyme [Verse 4: Fresh Kid Ice] My name is Kid Ice, Gemini is
stainless steel [???], we cut shit up flash and blast a nigga with tha quickness cock tha four pound motherfucker when I spit this and rip this damn, my mind is
's not to be a racist, but let's face this: wouldn't you if we could trade places? I got lynched by some crooked cops, and to this day them same motherfuckers
sixteen shots Like beefin', homie I ain't sayin' a word I'll run up on your punk ass squeezing the bird Now what New York niggas know about country grammar Not much, but we
said it got low fast The kid who had it done was a crude fella Who woulda thought he wile out over that mozzarella We ain't know them, but now we know
.] When we smoke spliffs, we pack four-fifths Just in case dread wanna riff He get a free lift to the cemetary, rough very Not your ordinary, we watch
