Jesus I can see you in southern Sky When the clouds part and the sun is shinning bright. Jesus still you fill me when our worlds collide And if I have
Jesus I can see you in the southern sky When the clouds aren't out the sun is shining through. Jesus do you feel me when our worlds collide and if have
Traducción: For All We Know. Jesus no céu do sul.
: Jesus I can see you in the southern sky When the clouds aren't out the sun is shining through. Jesus do you feel me when our worlds collide and if
I was just a normal guy, life was just a nine to five With bills and pressure piled up to the sky She never asked, she knew I'd be hanging with my wilder
go And keep ya hands up bustless, bustas, boostas, hoes (Till they reach the sky) Everybody, fuck that Still nowhere to go, still nowhere to go Aiyyo, two words, Chi town, South
hammered him with discipline Screaming out loud As they did with Jesus With hammer and with nails Now the cell is quiet And the moonlight is pale No piece of sky
'd sail with him across the South Pacific Stand beside him on the bow of that battleship See him kiss the ground and thank the good Lord Jesus And watch
holy fire Far away eyes Filled with sadness and joy Contradiction, benediction, Alabama boy There's a raft on the river It's sacred water Sparkling beneath a southern sky
t exist anymore [Verse 2] This is the point of no return nigga you better believe this Mary Magdalen giving birth to the children of Jesus The evolution
Chorus: Comin' Up Comin' Down, That G in H-Town, South Bound as I clown, Come around blaze a pound (x4) First Verse: Well let me jump in this funk
Stan: There's a bunch of birds in the sky, And some deers just went running by, Ohhh, the snow's pure and white on the earth rich and brown, Just another
to guzzle And how I loved The moon, and its sheets of seeds The moon tiding in your body The smell of your blood breathing And its taste in the sea in the south
pay no * taxes Takin a chunk up out my check And makin my rhymes just look like practice Buyin' clothing, range roving With my folks Don't speak about the dirty south
11-12) I THINK THE SKY HAS CRACKED (REVELATIION 1:7, MATTHEW 24:30) THAT'S THE WAY YOU SEE HIM THAT'S THE WAY YOU SEE HIM THAT'S THE WAY PSYCHEDELIC SUPER JESUS