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aura-kl – o’lord father كلمات اغاني

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jung mergs hook:
o’lord father, who art in heaven
please spare me today one of your blessings
‘cause every other week i’m just counting my blessings
i’m tryna follow footsteps of the only present

o’lord father, who art in heaven
please spare me today one of your blessings
‘cause every other week i’m just counting my blessings
i’m tryna follow footsteps of the only present

first verse:
is god talking to me?
i’ve been walking for weeks
just crossing the streets
river and streams out the pores of my feet
smoke and mirrors, i float on the sea
bogey scriptures for the popes and the priests
so i fall to my knees, is the lord all i need?
is he stalling my reach?
dwarf in the street to the wharf in the east
but being poplar is all that it seems
i wasn’t born in belief
no th_rns in my wings
crawling my jeans are worn to my meat
i’ve drawn and i bleed
tryna draw this matisse
but how many pleads do i need
to afford an o’keefe?…

breathe…

art was overpriced now it’s falling of trees
he rattles through the leaves
cattle_ing the sheep
while i’m taking off eve’s
apple bottom jeans
ride with me
i’ve got a drive like insurance is free
young and fearless
i don’t need assurance i’m me
well f_ck em, the glory’s the king’s
before me they’ll kneel
hit the florist for green, warp to my speed
then snap like a tourist
recording the queen
look at little old me in this little home east
of london’s concrete, floor of the heap
doing chores for my keep
straight out the jaws of the beast
i’ve taken enough l’s and smoked enough l’s
not to repeat the pit falls
put in storage for me
it’s cool i’m doing me
big pool jacuzzi in a safe house
i bought for the team
life’s a movie
i’m just prerecording the scenes

jung mergs hook:
o’lord father, who art in heaven
please spare me today one of your blessings
‘cause every other week i’m just counting my blessings
i’m tryna follow footsteps of the only present

second verse:
chorus from me ain’t a performance on glee
this is all from the sleeve
flawed incomplete, and off the rails
so if this call is received in the depths of h_ll
is success for sale and if i try and fail
does he keep all the receipts?
he might as well get me heaven for cheap
if you see god can you put a good word in for me?
‘cause nothing in the good word is for we
sold your soul solely to get closer to g
filling that void by avoiding my sleep
pagans get stoned, i’m calling it greece
your socrates at home but you’s a dontas to me
in this game of thrones i’m on season 16
pieces on the board can fall under_siege
you heathens are all under me
this knights aren’t idi ameen’s
last king of scotland never thought i would read
willie f_ck your lynch mob, no vaseline
the swords are unsheathed
these wars are for peace
peace of mind. in my bedroom i’m keeifed
piecing mines for zombies that want a piece of mine
this haul is relief it’s all for the freaks
outcasts cast out left to roam on the streets
today my team built rome in the street
they swarm now i’m me
it seems they want me torn at the seams
undone sprawled on the street
but i tour with marines
and the reason i rock with k!llers
i cause you n_ggas is all rnb
they swarm now i’m me
it seems they want me torn at the seams
undone sprawled on the street
december 24th of 15
i’ve fallen asleep, woke up
satan’s put coal on my tree
but that winter cold was a breeze
i turned hope into heat
signed with invincible hoping to eat
hoping the clause ain’t as deep as the clause on this sheet
enormous my being was dormant asleep
in a corner policed. heart on my sleeve
avoiding the lore of iblis
i put a pause on my dreams
in my need to get richer with n_ggas
that wanna limit my scripture
but can you picture me giving you the finger
my only ceilings sistine
deities need diocese, speak to a priest
you haven’t seen me shining
haven’t seen the morning for weeks
working dead at night but morn the deceased
i stopped counting the zzz
so my accountant can account for the pees
i looked up in fear at war with belief
altered the altar, stood up on my feet
months and years i was sore at the knees
but i saw in my dreams i can soar
now i’m free, so jordan
if god’s talking it’s me

jung mergs hook:
o’lord father, who art in heaven
please spare me today one of your blessings
‘cause every other week i’m just counting my blessings
i’m tryna follow footsteps of the only present

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