asking me "please can you help? "can't help my self i'm not your savior, refusing to break cut my losses ties them with you, i'm not who you want me
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glazed Sometimes I laugh aloud as I think about, You asking me "Please can you help?" Can't help my self I'm not your savior, I'm not who you want me
and glazed Sometimes I laugh aloud as I think about, You asking me "Please can you help?" Can't help my self I'm not your savior, I'm not who you want
and glazed Sometimes I laugh aloud as I think about, You asking me Please can you help? Can't help my self I'm not your savior, I'm not who you want
not sticking around (I'm not sticking around) To watch you go down (I'm not sticking around) Wanna be your lover, not your fucking mother Can't be your savior
find a way to spend my time So you are not always on my mind I talk to fast, I walk the line, I'm frozen And I'm trying to keep it together It's not
when you knee deep goin on wayside get up to your neck just like a great tie i finally got the windsor, like on my eighth try your shirts still soakin wet, your
't neither This is why I scream fuck the world not the people, Nope. Yes, but in the belly of the beast, people get swallowed like meat, eat. And your
make it on your own If luck is a lady? Maybe luck is a lady" I was going down for the third time My heart was broken, I was not open to your suggestions
the Valley of death-row to the shore I have stumbled through silvery water To my Savior, my Salvador It took me four years to learn I was in prison, not
belly with thoughts like that To take it back to Africa, I did it with Biggie Me and 2Pac were soldiers of the same struggle You lames should huddle, your
thoughts like that To take it back to africa, I did it with biggie Me and 2pac were soldiers of the same struggle You lames should huddle, your teams
I'm just not strong enough I can't do this alone, God I need You to hold on to me I try to be good enough But I'm nothing without Your love Savior, please
to the tales as we all rationalize Our way into the arms of the savior Feigning all the trials and the tribulations, None of us have actually been there, Not
to the tales as we all rationalize Our way into the arms of the savior Fading all the trials and the tribulations None of us have actually been there Not