I'd die a thousand deaths before I'd live a lie Your love and trust in me is all I'd ever known Forget me not, because one day I'm coming home Shattered
vain, the grace of him who received us And do not be bound together with unbelievers (come on baby) Give them no reason to discredit your worth For what
with exclamations. So thank you for being the line I'm drawn to. We're still coming home every time we say we won't. We're still coming home every time
and thats what runs you sensitive bitches and niggas Get ran for a loop, my heat is a muthafuck, First Degree Oh First Degree so bound to the city,
empty-faced Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight He rides `er low on the hip, on the side he's got Bound For Glory in red, white and
for the blood like a leech To each his own let's catch a view from the throne Wherever you hang your heart is your home Earth or heaven, set your affections
Search for the one Revelation to come Silent tears in anguish and in fears We`re searching for the one Where we`re all coming from May your heart be
when I look in your eyes You are the prize I come home from a day without glory To your arms where I know I belong You're the ending l need for my story
I am glory bound I'll be travelling far from home But I won't be looking for to roam I'll be crossing o'er the great divide In a better home soon I will
us You should check out how we rock for you If if you don't believe us You should check out how we rock for you If if you don't believe us You should
-faced Races Sundays in Jersey in a Chevy stock super eight He rides 'er low on the hip, on the side he's got "Bound for Glory" in red, white and blue
VERSE 1: Break the bank, make my heart rate escalate I can't wait 'til the sun come up Come precise like a diamond cut I live life like my time is up
am glory bound I'll be travelling far from home But I won't be looking for to roam I'll be crossing o'er the great divide In a better home soon I will
?s been in London for a while No more Northern skies for her They say she's left a letter up the stairs for everyone It's pinned against her bedroom door for
out of place His hands are frail, his body scarred Wrinkles cover his face He gave his body, he gave his soul For his land, his family, his home He lost
black (Repeat Chorus) You've become a pathological liar to yourself Just a victim of trend serving your master well Don't come talking your home
