He is my Lord i obey him day and night i know that you might not agree with me but that is okay i just know that today i will worship i will pray i will
Senor, senor, can you tell me where we're headin' Lincoln County Road or Armageddon Seems like I been down this way before Is there any truth in that,
(Who-oo-oo-oo is Mr Brown?) Mr Brown is a clown who rides through town in a coffin (Where he be found?) In the coffin where there is Three crows on
No action, just like a sponge You take it till you've made the final plunge So sad that you've lost your spine I hurt for you like this whole mess is
Sometimes in life you'll find that You get in a hurry But when you have assurance No need to worry You can wait, wait, wait on the Lord and you'll see
New York to the heart but got love for all Lie and die in the fire where I learned to ball Uptown is the place where I lay my dome On the streets of the
I said It's gettin' hot in herre (So hot) So take off all your clothes (Ohh) I am gettin' so hot, I wanna take my clothes off (Uh, uh, uh, uh, oh) It's gettin' hot in herre
It took a long time sittin' in your one and only Niggas said they comin' in a month or so But they run though, how they really want it Want all the rain
{(Ahh) Who are the big one?} You only got one finger left And it's pointin' at the door And you're takin' for granted What the Lord's laid on the floor
I've been watchin' you from afar For as long as I can remember You are all a real man can need And ever ask for, this is love This is more than a crush
Our father Which art in heaven Hallowed be thy name Thy kingdom come Thy will be done on earth As it is in heaven Give us this day our daily bread And
So the air is getting colder and the news keeps us scared I still wrestle this summer from the bones of our tired and blistered hands 'Cause tonight
I need a Vegematic! I need a Pocket Fisherman! I need a handy appliance That'll scramble an egg while it's still inside its shell! (Operators are standing
I visit Mr. Frump in the hospital I see him most every day And when I see Mr. Frump in his iron lung This is what I hear him say You know, Mr. Frump
We givin' honor to God Who's a head of our house Thankin' Him for His many blessings And all He's done for us And Blackstreet would like to share All
We givin' honor to God Who's a head of our house Thanking Him for his many blessings And all He's done for us And blackstreet would like to share All
Ouija are you with me? Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda me now. Dear Mr. Ouija, I want to know my future, will I die of murda, of bloody murda? Come come
Chorus) The Lord loves the drinkin' manSends honkey tonk angels to the promise land I hear that he can turn water to wineAny man that can do that is a
