look toward heaven Lay your doubts aside Our Lord is trustworthy and able Time and again He has proven Himself faithful CHORUS There is Every reason to believe Every
toward heaven Lay your doubts aside Our Lord is trustworthy and able Time and again He has proven Himself faithful CHORUS There is Every reason to believe Every
life and I come to get it [Chorus x4:] Puttin' check down Step down, or let's get down And then we burn down the next town I believe I can fly, never
can't push up Or even sit up to fight for what they believe in He thought about it I said, "Peace, keep breathing." I see him mumbling, shrugging his
found a thug, I'm down with you Instead of filling him up with lead, with gun shots to the head She's at the bar she's getting him drunk, and he taking
well And it's one thing I believe in, don't ever leave and retrieve Killers jumping off by the evenings now 97' just another hunting season Niggas in it 6 feet deep and no reason
you wanna take to meet cha' mother No matter what baby keeps it (Name brand) Never let a nigga change her (Game plan) Even though it might look like she switch up Every
reincarnated as a 45 I woulda opened fire But everything happen for a reason every thing got a time and a season It all boil down to what you believe
him kill the season, Paid checks heavy It's King Jaffe-Jo get ya tape decks ready We guerilla breathin', Killa Season Feel the Evening, Killin' Season Watch him
I pop the trunk, its to hand you a rag So you can wipe down the windows on the side of my Jag Must I brag? My shit paid for, yours tagged And every bitch
him eat. And while he was eating, I would talk to him while he was eating, and I would ask him what he's doing. And he would say, "I'm using the chicken
front and collapse, thinkin back I was so strong Now Ive been gone so long, where did I go wrong I was walkin up right, testifyin of Christ Shinin my light, every
around, pulling my guns out and shit, Your tempting me to run my mouth, and call you out on this bitch, I heard the reason you got to beater to believe
great his drives like t-mac You let him go share a poster RELAX He's back give him room to breathe All those that hated will all soon believe All those
groupie instead So if you got a man that trustable, believe him But if he's head trippin, then call me [starts talking to a woman] If you wanna play [x4] [Hook x4
