A Little Bit Of Life From Ya Am I Frightening Ya? Shall I Continue Put The Gun To Ya Let It Sing You A Song I Let It Hum To Ya The Others One Sing Along
Maybe Maybe I'm wrong To go on thinking, to sing my song Maybe This world's falling down Call up the trumpeters and knock the walls down Someone who
the thing that sings us is the thing that makes us roar I felt that beast 'kisso my neck we clapped our hands and heard them spread there was a trumpet
frown at those who never stood said 'my name is no-one' then went a little mad And from time to time she sneaks back inside me and she say 'lucky sing
little boy was born Hark, now here the angels sings A new King born today And man will live forever more Because of Christmas Day Trumpets sound and angels sing
on Christmas Day Hark now hear the angels sing A new King born today And man will live for ever more Because of Christmas Day Trumpets sound and angels sing
back, I don't wanna die I'm not as strong as I was and I can't lie During all the mayhem somehow I remained calm And I woke up singing this song I been
've got my one way ticket to the sky When we hear ol' Gabriel's trumpet blow And we know the hand of God is surely nigh My new hallelujah song I'll sing
If you can talk you can sing If you can walk you can dance That's an old proverb from Zimbabwe You know what I mean? If you can talk you can sing If
) Sawed off pistol grip and I glock click bammy (pow) Who'll ride with me and drop a coppa (bacon bits) (oh ya) Break out with the trumpet service something
all suspended as the King comes through the gate Oh the King is coming the King is coming I just heard the trumpets sounding and now his face I see Oh
my one way ticket to the sky When we hear ol' Gabriel's trumpet blow And we know the hand of God is surely nigh My new hallelujah song I'll sing shouting
way on down south London town You check out Guitar George he knows all the chords Mind he's strictly rhythm he doesn't want to make it cry or sing And
partake of that last offered cup Or disappear into the potter's ground When the man comes around CHORUS Hear the trumpets hear the pipers one hundred million angels singing
sup Will you partake of that last offered cup Or disappear into the potter's ground? When the man comes around Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers One hundred million angels singing
[DJ Drama] (Dramatic Nigga) [Drake] Uh, well alright, here I go I'm a rapper turn singer and you can tell that he smoke But i don't need my vocal chords
(ahhh babe) [Spec] We makin music from the bed squeakin back and forth Sweet music girl you tellin me that you want some more I make you sing like a
choke-chain collar People were shouting and pushing and saying And I traded a smoke for a food stamp dollar A ridiculous marching band started playing Got me singing
