some kind of holy test to stitch the treadmarks off my chest to get up walk outside my head on a holy search for angeltread the moon within its
pain stays the same. I'm walking down this empty road to nowhere, I pass by the houses and blocks I once knew. My Mama told me not to mess with sorrow
many trials of style Exponentially growing wilder Til I was right on the edge of it And it was all down to me I guess I must be some kind of holy mess
: (R. Martin) They were searching In and out of city bars We were lucky Nobody had found us. In the back room You look like a holy man And I believe
motion I could feel my soul, driftin from my flesh, So much for a bulletproof vest I left my ride to Lil Bird, homeboy sorry about the mess, I just got
Well, you say you're mine But baby you don't show it You'd better fly right 'cause before you know it I'm gonna set my foot right down on you Gonna stop
to the world below From the strangers to the ones I know From the darkness to the holy glow We burn so bright
with a light like an old gold miner No need to taste test the puddn's always fresh So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess Can I get my
a light Like an old gold miner No need to taste test The puddn's always fresh So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess (3x) Can I
the gate and went out into the big green meadow. On the branch of a big tree sat a little bird. ``All is quiet'', said the bird. ``Holy cow! A talking
navy I know how many times you played my song Thirty one, thirty one And the color of my modern heart Broken smile, broken heart I wonder how you ever made it Holy
hears the high school girls say His countryside's burnin' with wolfman fairies dressed in drag for homicide The hit-and-run plead sanctuary, 'neath a holy
Thinking Im Doing Voodoo Can't Understand The Words You Saying(Nope) You Need A Translator I Aim Before I Shot Then I Assassinator She Be Catching That Holy
heights Gee wilikers Batman, holy satellites Who the hell are you to tell me ease up on this mic? You, sadly have mistaken me for someone that I'm nite I mean not I messed
It's sorta like the Holy Trinity So I'm saying I say it's like three different guns you fuckin' fagots Get shot three different ways Matter fact, make
grew and I flew I wanted to be a rapper so simple and plain From Los Angeles city of the big bang theory Where everyone is leery now a whole mess of
Where I stand, its pointin at me, but its with my hand I need you, you holier than I am, I am [Chorus - Krizz Kaliko (Strange Lane Choir)] (Holy, holy
Forgive me father right now As I'm askin great blessing in favor right now for this man of God Lord, you know the direction that your taking his life holy