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Our in heaven, hallowed be your name
Your kingdom come, you be done
On as it is in heaven

Got my waitin'
You know I'm alive
Be it Heaven or
You know I gotta
Swing low, low
low, swing low
Keep my feet above
Yea, you know I'm crazy
Got my angels in swing
Yea, nothin' can me
Swing low, low
Swing low, low
And
And

All these rappers
Playin' rappers, actors
Me, I kept it
Me, I did it, this my chapter
Written here bodies lay
Mumified and on
Zulu the shackles
weapons be the up and keep
You gon' me catch a body like them fuckin' rappers do
Or you gon' make me to make a record about fuckin' you
You make me have to have these gold teeth and tattoos
You gon' me have to crash Mercedes, so I'm beggin' you
Shut the ballin' late in Dublin, purple in my cup and
Broken and wet dreams, there's alcohol inside my gut
All you say is, "fuck me better"
grease up on my sweater
Fast and bad mood's equivalent of hardly better
Yea, I my 'fro intact
causin' heart attacks, bitches on my fuckin' lap
Toe and handbags, the smell make my balls sag
Portraits of my mama's face, knows I'm sayin' grace
This be my only take

Got my waitin'
You I'm stayin' alive
Be it Heaven or
You know I survive
Swing low, low
low, swing low
Keep my above everything
Yea, you know that I'm
Got my in full swing
Yea, nothin' can me
Swing low, low
low, swing low
And
And

93 my born
King [?]
His penmanship will resonate and deteriorate
In relay, yea
stimulate, yea
regulate, yea
Try to educate, yea
imitate, yea, yea, yea
Two big for the low, you snake
Our they came crashin' in
I was born to win
Crack in Dublin city
Love me, keep me
Prayin' to my
She me down, I'm celibate
Hallelujah, hallelujah,
Now I'm prayin', "hallelujah," that I'm not the
Crashin' up, record spinnin'
Way before this rap been
was steady pluckin' chickens
Trophies in my mama's
Champagne and lovely women my old soul
Cause it's doin' numbers I multiplied, I don't know
Every record I be cryin' at my old hoes
Rejjie-this and Rejjie-that, you fuckin' bitch, I y'all

Got my chariot
You know I'm alive
Be it or Hades
You know I gotta
Swing low, low
Swing low, low
Keep my above everything
Yea, you know I'm crazy
Got my angels in swing
Yea, can phase me
Swing low, low
Swing low, low
And
And