Let the music come and take us over Let me pull you in a little bit closer, Baby close your eyes why don't we just Stay right here in the moment, I wanna feel you movin' nice and slow yeah When there's nothin' words can say, Come on outside I got

They're gonna be alright, they're gonna carry on Help from above will come back strong I got faith in us, I got faith in Him The clouds will part and the sun will shine again, amen It's whispered from a tractor on a flat Midwestern plain The fields are

You know you at the top when only heaven's right above it We on, it's Young Money, motherfucker If you ain't runnin' wit' it, run from it, motherfucker, all right Now somebody show some money in this bitch I got my gun in my boo purse And I don't bust

Hold on, Holy Ghost It's the day of the dead Better run, here we come Go on, hold me close So long to the ones you know We come from a world of oblivion, bad dreams I got all I need strapped right to my head stream I'm not really bad, I'm just made up of

You make me feel so amazing I wanna ride with you I wanna smoke with you I'm coming to get you Girl you know I gotta hit you like It's a, it’s a vibe All my homies we all on the studio tour bus right now

Take our cars, now we gotta take the train Hood niggas takin' chains, slave master take our names Man they can't fuck with the light They can't stop the shine They can't fuck with the light, hell nah the boy's that bright Even if you take away my life,

We in the zone now, don't stop, oh oh You can keep your hands on me Touch me right there, rock my body I can't keep my hands off you Your body is my party I'm doing this little dance for you You got me so excited Now it's just me and you Your body's my

Keep the faith Lord you got to keep the faith Faith, don't let your love turn to hate Everybody needs somebody to love Everybody needs somebody to hate Right now we got to Lord we got to keep the faith Faith, you know you're gonna live thru the rain

Tell your friends, I got a factory of faith Factually I, I'm just a piece of it Factually I, the very least of it Be my wife, I think you're right that we should mate Late last night, I had a dream that it was great I got a factory of Factually I, is

When your long day is over And you can barely drag your feet The weight of the world Is on your shoulders I know what you need Bring it on home to me You've got someone here Wants to make it all right