in the mirror, y'all, I can see my role But I'm here by grace, through Christ, by faith I had to make that choice, I had to open up my mouth and say
most precious to me You, you are the one I bet my love on For my faith, for my faith I have nothing to show But a wonderful taste in my mouth from loving
be soft in your palm But I'll soon grow Hungry for a fight, And I will not let you win My pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will Disprove your faith
mon) You will be there Every little step I make (look bitch) We'll be together So grateful (yeah) so faithful (uhh) Every gram in the hand's more paper
the coffin And you better keep my kids out ya fuckin' mouth Before I put a glock in yo' mutherfuckin' mouth Tell Haley it ain't safe no more (nah) Daddy
plottin' to get me, I'm watching my peers Bout time in a million, it's close man I swear I feel it in the air and I'm more than prepared, yeah (Kingston
't paid Wasn't dependin' on nigga to send me shit my way Wasn't really concerned about what a bitch might say You coulda came and testified for my trial But you had more
know you got a man Your undercover lover, I can be your back up plan And we can just pretend we're, nothing more than friends The sex will never end,
And I shed my soul, feel it kneeling down I'm clutching my faith, pull it tightly around You're moving your mouth, but you don't make a sound But I feel
legs Ooh, I won't have to walk no more And if I ever lose my mouth All my teeth north and south Yes, if I ever lose my mouth Ooh, I won't have to talk
clean what you've stole the streets will hang high stretch ribs and let taste we'll cover the smell with silver nitrate mending the cuts of your prosthetic faith
know you You were too short You had bad skin You couldn't talk to them very well Words didn't seem to work They lied when they came out of your mouth
're my religion now You're my religion You and I remain, we're one in the same No flesh, no blood can change No more doubt or fear, your mouth to my
From dirt roads, to flowers, when faith can be measured From storm clouds, Come angels, Let pain give you pleasure From dirt roads, To Flowers, when faith
while scorching rookies and trusting my faith into fortune cookies. red right, white left slogans to the door mats. I'm looking good right now, I gotta wear more
Use your tongue as a doorstop, with your face I floor mop Get your pores popped like a dermatologist I'm wilding with thugs who go in your mouth like
hotel rooms, old library card Photos and whatnots, blood in his boots Sun in his eyes, an achor instead of roots Clocks on every wall, fish in the ocean Solitude, faith
numbs you out And it hurts a lot and ? no doubt Decomposed into background noise Mouth at a slow suffer Her coat to thin to line the faithful elevator