, politicians lying, everybody's trying To make a dollar it makes me wanna holler The way they do my life, they way they do my life There's gonna be
my way When sorrow like sea billows roll Whatever my lot, Thou has taught me to say It is well, it is well with my soul It is well with my soul It is
when I'm down on my knees? Talkin' sweet just to meet your demands See your delight as you're stealin' my night Just to play it straight in to my hands
your head As you stumble to the floor All that I need to know Well, I loved where the trumpets show Won the ribbons at the rodeo But lost them on my way
ground is sinking sand His oath, His covenant, His blood Support me in the whelming flood When all around my soul gives way He then is all my hope and
say just what I feel No matter whatchu say, I'll never stop my bust style way No time fo' da game, I do it my way Yes, 1, 2, fuck wit' my crew And we
the choir Nothing's free When the trumpets sounds and his light is all around And the saints all raise from the graves in the ground We'll be goin' way downtown Way
it's just a matter of time Songbird sitting in a tree house With a trumpet to her lips I'm laying on my back in the tall green grass Staring up at the
! Well, I can sing my title clear to mansions in the sky. I'll bid farewell to ev'ry fear and wipe my weepin' eye. (Chorus) Wake up by the trumpet
the trumpets all shall sound upon my soul Upon my soul Upon my free and joyous soul And the trumpets all shall sound upon my soul Upon my soul Upon my
all I could see wass what mattered then and there Like what to wear Before I left for work I kissed my wife and kids goodbye Then fumbling for my keys, my
, all my niggas with bids Whether suited up or booted up or stuck in the mid You can download it or boot it up, my pupils unlid All my students of the
: Yeah, I have. It - it looks okay, huh? E: Mm-hmm. Wonderful. B: Okay. You know why I'm concerned? E: (shaking head) Uh-uh. B: 'Cause my brother
letter "T" will ever allowed in my kingdom. Herbert Birdsfoot: So the people of the land tore down the towns and their towers, tossing out their trumpets
All of my friends that I loved yesterday Gone home gone home (They have gone home, they have) The songbirds that sing in the dell seem to say Gone home
the way to degradation I met a man who put me in my place He said,"You will not see me You'll know the truth when you hear this trumpet play" Doctor
think this cut is kinda musical Just like my bass song but don't get them confused though The guitar gets your mind in the funky kind of state And my
inside my heart That the dollar sign should be keeping us apart But you know I love you yes I love you oh I love you If only I could find my way back