| What could be better than this?
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| Wrote it in 626
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| I caused a lot of people pain, I just want to make amends
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| Blood flowing through my veins, born to live a life of sin
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| Use the Lord’s name in vain, then we gon' do it again
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| I never swear on my God, I barely swear in my songs, watch what you say
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| I know the tongue is a sword, never use mine when there’s war
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| Stop all that talking
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| I’m here to settle the score, I cannot fake what I feel in the court
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| Getting back to who I was once before
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| If it seemed like I changed, I ain’t have a choice
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| I ain’t said a prayer in so long, so I had to dedicate a whole song
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| Hanging off a cliff now help me hold on
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| Hungover on a Sunday, I feel so wrong, I was led astray, I was so gone,
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| but the Lord is my Shepard, he spotted me like a leopard
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| I could see clouds in the desert
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| I see a crown on the head that was severed
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| I could do better so I never settle
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| Renegade, it’s the rise of a rebel
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| Levitate till I get on your level
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| They say «It's lonely at the top» and I can hear an echo
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| When I needed help you was to the rescue, nobody, nobody, everybody special,
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| everybody get what you could get a present
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| Even in the wrong, you could learn a lesson
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| His presence is calm when you under pressure
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| Ice in my veins kept my act together
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| Zero below like I’m under the weather
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| Cold heart, that I wear on the sleeve of this Carhartt
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| Like a sweater, heavy heart now it’s light like a feather
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| Hard-headed now it’s soft as the leather, on the bible that I kept on my dresser
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| I think I just got the message, but somehow I became the messenger
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| God used me as a vessel, so I can show 'em that we special
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| Not for my personal gain, but from the evil I refrain
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| What could be better than this?
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| Wrote it in 626
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| I caused a lot of people pain, I just want to make amends
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| Blood flowing through my veins, born to live a life of sin
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| Use the Lord’s name in vain, then we gon' do it again
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| I never swear on my God, I barely swear in my songs, watch what you say
|
| I know the tongue is a sword, never use mine when there’s war
|
| Stop all that talking
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| I’m here to settle the score, I cannot fake what I feel in the court
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| Getting back to who I was once before
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| If it seemed like I changed, I ain’t have a choice
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| If it seemed like I changed, I ain’t have a choice |