epic doggo's temp back in old fashion

I love it though I love it though, y'know? Uh put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preaching to the congregation We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan I mean a nga did a lot of waiting We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation May the Lord forgive us May the God's be with us And that magic hour I seen good Christians Make brash decisions Oh she do it What happened to Religion? Oh she lose it She putting on her make up She casually allure Text message break us, the casualty of tour How she gone wake up and not love me no more? I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbing off Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme Hard to be humble when you stuntin' on a jumbotron I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?" What we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preaching to the congregation We love Jesus but she done learned a lot from Satan I mean a nga did a lot of waiting We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation When the sun go down its the magic hour The magic hour And outta all the colors that are still up the skies You got green on your mind I can see it in your eyes Why you standing there with your face screwed up? Don't leave while your hot that's how Mase screwed up Throwing shit around, the whole place screwed up Maybe I should call Mase so that he could pray for us I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat I ordered the jerk, she said, "You are what you eat" You see I always loved the sense of humor But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Dior Homme not Dior homie The crib Scarface couldn't be more Tony You love me for me could you be more phony Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening Cat got your tongue?

I'm crucified, crucified like my savior
Saintlike behavior, a lifetime I prayed
I'm crucified for the holy dimension
Godlike ascension, heavens away
I've seen the deepest darkness and wrestled with gods
Ride the noble harness, raining cats and dogs
I stand before my maker like Moses on the hill
My Guinness record baker, I abide your will
The first of reciter, I saw eternal light
Best of vocal fighters, beyond human sight
Where thorns are a teaser, I've played a double jeux
Yherushalaim at Easter
I cry, I pray, mon dieu
I cry, I pray, mon dieu
I'm crucified, crucified like my savior
Saintlike behavior, a lifetime I prayed
I'm crucified for the holy dimension
Godlike ascension, heavens away
Prophets I've been reading, stories I've been told
Before I end my breathing, I travel in the soul
Where thorns are a teaser, I've played the double jeux
Yherushalaim at Easter
I cry, I pray, mon dieu
I cry, I pray, mon dieu
I cry, I pray, mon dieu
Adieu, mon dieu
I'm crucified, crucified like my savior
Saintlike behavior, a lifetime I prayed
I'm crucified for the holy dimension
Godlike ascension, heavens away
I'm crucified for the holy dimension
Godlike ascension, heavens away
I'm crucified, crucified like my savior
Saintlike behavior, a lifetime I prayed
I'm crucified for the holy dimension
Godlike ascension, heavens away

I love it though I love it though, y'know? Uh put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preaching to the congregation We love Jesus but you done learned a lot from Satan I mean a nga did a lot of waiting We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation May the Lord forgive us May the God's be with us And that magic hour I seen good Christians Make brash decisions Oh she do it What happened to Religion? Oh she lose it She putting on her make up She casually allure Text message break us, the casualty of tour How she gone wake up and not love me no more? I thought I was the asshole, I guess it's rubbing off Hood phenomenon, the Lebron of rhyme Hard to be humble when you stuntin' on a jumbotron I'm looking at her like, "This what you really wanted, huh?" What we argue anyway, oh I forgot its summertime Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation I know I'm preaching to the congregation We love Jesus but she done learned a lot from Satan I mean a nga did a lot of waiting We ain't married but tonight I need some consummation When the sun go down its the magic hour The magic hour And outta all the colors that are still up the skies You got green on your mind I can see it in your eyes Why you standing there with your face screwed up? Don't leave while your hot that's how Mase screwed up Throwing shit around, the whole place screwed up Maybe I should call Mase so that he could pray for us I hit the Jamaican spot, at the bar, take a seat I ordered the jerk, she said, "You are what you eat" You see I always loved the sense of humor But tonight you should have seen how quiet the room was The Lyor Cohen or Dior Homme that's Dior Homme not Dior homie The crib Scarface couldn't be more Tony You love me for me could you be more phony Put your hands to the constellations They way you look should be a sin, you my sensation Haven't said a word, haven't said a word to me this evening Cat got your tongue?

TELL EM FRR

the song goes so hard