I know you keep a journal and every page is rippled From the tears that you cry, ain't no meanin' to your scribble Cause words can't describe what you've been feelin' inside It's like thousand foot walls, and they're sti . . .
I know you keep a journal and every page is rippled From the tears that you cry, ain’t no meanin’ to your scribble Cause words can’t describe what you’ve been feelin’ inside It’s like . . .
I know you keep a journal and every page is rippled From the tears that you cry, ain't no meanin' to your scribble Cause words can't describe what you've been feelin' inside It's like thousand foot walls, and they're sti . . .
I'm a brand new man, I'm a conscious manI’m a man who’s burnin’ for youThe mistakes I’ve made have been chased away to the bottom of the ocean blueI’m a brand new man in a foreign land, . . .
Slackin?off like a bum, I’m feelin?ho humI’m feelin?luke warm like the water in my tubStarted out and we was hot, looked up and now we’re notWe had that fire like we was boilin?in a pot Whoopsi-daisy . . .
They call us Diverse City, we’re colorful goodIt’s like a freak show in your neighborhoodSo, if you wanna praise you can come on downCause this freak show’s leaving the ground Up, up and away, baby w . . .
Do you knowWhere you're going toDo you like the things that life is showing youWhere are you going toDo you knowThis goes out to my man his name is True BlueFor all the nights that your daddy spent away from youFor all t . . .
Do you rememberThe southern breakfast treatReferred to as gritsBut it looks like cream of wheat (chorus)Don't bring me downPlease, pleaseDon't bring me down (repeat chorus) (Check this)Yo, I know a secretToo hard not to . . .
We're livin', We're livin', We're livin' in extreme day, days...Comin' at ya like a whirlwindA hundred miles an hour's where we'll beginI spy the eye of apprehensionShow me risk and you'll get my attentionCome on, can ya . . .
Yo, its me, Tobymac and I dont meanto trouble you Im feelin fresher than a night at the W You probably sayin you be hearin quite enough of you With God and your rhymes and that freaky Jesus stuff you do Like always pushi . . .
Everybody, everybody in the place to beOpen up your mind and let your soul be freeI can feel the Most High shining on me, so...Let's get this party startedEverybody, everybody in the place to beOpen up your mind and let . . .
I’m staring unaware cause I’m in the zoneIt moves in like a fog on a seaside roadParalyzed by the signs and the deafening toneI’m on a lock like a jock with a broken boneI can see the real game and I . . .
Toby: Yeah, hello Reply: Yo Tob, what's up? Toby: A whole lot Reply: What you doing? Toby: Hangin' with Truett, tryin' to make music, hustlin' Gotee, I'm gettin' no sleep - yo, uh, you mind if I call you back next week? . . .
Hey now, I feel a new one comin’ on so that you can sing along with itRight now and I’m gonna dedicate this song to everyone of God’s childrenHey now, one love, one God out of many his people Right n . . .
Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I and you Illuminati comin' thru Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I and you Illuminati comin' thru Flow like the Cassius, swing like the Clay One day, I’m’a make the w . . .
Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I and youIlluminati comin' thruIll-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I, Ill-M-I and youIlluminati comin' thru Flow like the Cassius, swing like the ClayOne day, I’m’a . . .
Doo, doo, doo-doo doo, doo-doo doo, doo-doo dooThere in the airI had a dream last night about the other sideAnd I must confess that it was quite the rideI had a dream last night and the fact that you weren't thereGave me . . .
Hush little baby, don't you cry,Daddy's gonna sing you a lullaby,Everythings gonna be alright,The Lord's gonna answer your prayers tonight.Hush little baby, don't you cry,Daddy's gonna sing you a lullaby,Everythings gonn . . .
CHORUS I got a ticket, I got a ticket I got a ticket to ride (Gotta a ticket to ride to the other side) I got a ticket, I got a ticket I got a ticket to ride (Gotta ticket to ride to the other side) Ride ride wanna ride . . .
Yo, turn me up in my microphone so I can Bless God's people. You know Kirk Franklin and Toby Mac on this gospel train. Now tell me you wanna ride BABY! BABAA!(CHORUS)I GOT A TICKET, I GOT A TICKETI GOT A TICKET TO RIDE(G . . .
I clear my throat before I grab the micI need uno momento *ehem*Them cynics gonna ride me like a pintoNo resentment do you comprehend my innuendo?You still can't leave the party til you drop your crucial infoAm I jaded i . . .
Somebody said you better let go'Cause they said soBut I could never let this thing goDon't they even know what that meansThey call me obsceneSay I wear my faith on my sleeveBut I ain't here to seek no gloryEnd of story, . . .
What phenomenomenomenomenomenon?And it just can’t pit stop, y’all know?It’s one phenomenomenomenomenomenon?And it just can’t pit stop, y’allWhat phenomenomenomenomenomenon?And it just c . . .
Fresh air, (sigh), Is what I needed I ventured through my door Proceeded Into the streets of this place I had to lower my shades to shade my face Still squinting from the glare What I saw was unfortunately rare I rolled . . .
And we're back...it's me, your around-the-way girl rollin' through the night on the Quiet Storm.Tonight is kinda special...we got Toby Mckheen up in hereso let's get down to itnow, Toby-what's up?In studying the landscap . . .
God's in this life if you like it or not So rip the knob off the volume when you give this a shot And raise your hands as the slam starts to thicken the plot Openin eyes to the lies of the enemies lot So run like the w . . .
ohhh, Watch baby, watch baby, so I got it like thatWatch baby, watch baby, so I got it like thatI always feel like somebody's watching me, watch baby, watch baby he got my back, so I'm down with the king so I got it like . . .
We've been down to the bottomStories we got 'em, when we hit rock bottomIf you been there put your hands in the airTo let the lost know that someone caresCause we've been down to the bottomStories we've got 'em, when we . . .
God's in the Spot, you can like it or notSo rip the knob off the volume when you give this a shotAnd raise your hands as the slam starts to thicken the plotOpenin' eyes to the lies of the enemies' lotSo run l . . .
This is my skizzle. For Izzle. Uh-uh Do what? What-what? What? Now when I say, "Where my freaks?" You can say, "Woo-woo." So where my freaks? (Woo-woo) Where my freaks? (Woo-woo) When I say, "Where my freaks?" You can . . .
This is my skizzle. For Izzle.Uh-uhDo what?What-what? What?Now when I say, Where my freaks? You can say, Woo-woo.So where my freaks?(Woo-woo)Where my freaks?(Woo-woo)When I say, Where my freaks? You can say, Woo-woo.So w . . .
(Anyways I told the guy, 'Nice coat! Who shot the couch?!')(laughter) (Hey how ya doin today?) I'm doin okay. (Eh, that's dandy. Hey, what can I get for ya?) I would like a triple skinny, two-thirds decaf, half chocol . . .
(Anyways I told the guy, 'Nice coat! Who shot the couch?!')(laughter)(Hey how ya doin today?)I'm doin okay.(Eh, that's dandy. Hey, what can I get for ya?)I would like a triple skinny, two-thirds decaf, half chocolate, no . . .
Think think dad your pity pityful Think think dad your pity pityful Think think dad your pity pityful Think think dad your pity pityful Think think dad your pity pityful(oh oh ok) Think think dad your pity pityful (and s . . .
Think think dad your pity pityfulThink think dad your pity pityfulThink think dad your pity pityfulThink think dad your pity pityfulThink think dad your pity pityful(oh oh ok)Think think dad your pity pityful (and sing a . . .
Think think dad your pity pityful Think think dad your pity pityful Think think dad your pity pityful Think think dad your pity pityful Think think dad your pity pityful(oh oh ok) Think think dad your pity pityful (and s . . .
Yeah, we bout to do this, ::clears throat:: Drop the beat Sivo True dog, I rule the microphone. True dog, Still looking for my first homerun. True dog, I thought I told you son, the name's Trudog. True dog, A Jesu . . .
Yeah, we bout to do this, ::clears throat:: Drop the beat SivoTrue dog, I rule the microphone.True dog, Still looking for my first homerun.True dog, I thought I told you son, the name's Trudog.True dog, A Jesusfreak for . . .
Welcome to the world of a kid named MikeyWho had only one reason to be hated by whiteyRaised on a farm outside of South BendWhere they hated on him cause he was African AmericanBut three years later, Mikey was the town p . . .
Welcome to the world of a kid named Mikey Who had only one reason to be hated be whitey Raised on a farm outside of South Bend Where they hated on him cause he was African American But three years later, Mikey was the to . . .
I've played in LA, and D.C., Manhattan, and SydneyAnd Kingston, Jamaica where me Mandy was madeIt's 98 degrees in the straight-up shadeI said I'm stickin' with her for the rest of my given daysSomebody told me that you'r . . .
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