Credit Card Skinny Its Pitch Black And Covers All Incidentals And Mrs Wrong Sorry You Aint Notice My Potential Fuck Yall Rappers And Your Self-Proclaimed Status I Can Only See Green Now I Happy
Curiosity killed the catechism Understanding and wisdom became the rhythm that I played to And became a slave to master self A rich man is one with knowledge, happiness
some scratching just to hear a DJ scratch Got to have some House so let the master play his tune ? or maybe 'this is the beat' ? Stop playing trumpet
bump your ass off Princess: Check the panoply, a bubbly butt in the back of me Cacophony of butt smacks 'n happy cackiling Ass grappelling All happening
dat ass Leavin your face in the grass 'Cause you know, I don't take a chulo, lightly Punks just jealous 'cause they can't outwrite me Or kick that style, wicked, wild Happy
slammin' dat ass Leavin' yo' face in the grass 'Cause you know, I don't take a dulo, lightly Punks just jealous cause they can't outwrite me Or kick that style, wicked, wild Happy
song I'll sing Shouting praises to the King I've got my one way ticket to the sky. (chorus) I've got my one way ticket to the sky And happy, oh, happy
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
ONE WAY TICKET TO THE SKY Writers Johnnie Bailes, Walter Bailes I've got my one way ticket to the sky happy oh happy am I Walk with Jesus in the Holy
skies drive the dark clouds far away! So, will you please say hello to the folks that I know? Tell them I won't be long! They'll be happy to know
saves from the chastening rod Seek the way pilgrims trod, Christians awake Jesus is coming soon, morning or night or noon Many will meet their doom, trumpets
could it be? Oh it's a bunch of roses Woo wee I'm happy It's from you as I thought My heart goes wow! Trumpets blare pow! The pizzicato strings go doo
to make the little man happy As the man made sounds the genie painted fluid, Mind-blowing visions on the little man's brain-box Everybody small with no lips to play the trumpet
will become a happy ending And we will become a happy ending And we will become a happy ending And we will become a happy ending And we will become a happy
of us So we will become a happy ending So we will become a happy ending So we will become a happy ending So we will become a happy ending
boy say boy that's a plenty for me! You're gonna get mellow when that fellow blows his horn down where the blues was born you'll be gone the trumpets
a wall, shotting pool On top of the world, and a nigga still paying dues Singing the blues, cause saturday morning mom bumped it Love and happiness, Al Green and the Trumpets
reunion Our loved ones and friends will be gathered around Some faces are missed, they have gone home to heaven They will be there with Jesus till the trumpet
