Texty:
A Sound Mind Grace

, just watch me A shoe is called a 'Crep', a big party is a 'Fete' Y'all talkin' about, ?Watch where you goin'? We talkin' about, ?Mind where you step? We backin' a

"Without A Trace" But I only watched "Will And Grace" one time one day Wish I hadn't 'cause TiVo now thinks I'm gay Oh, and "Fear Factor" I watched maybe a

a few saints on the shore But, I felt like a newborn baby, cradled up in the arms of the Lord Amazing grace, oh how sweet the sound There was glory

in the GT Y'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy Goin' upsize with the Gameboy Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a

about him seems out of place Just a movin', just a movin' Just a move-move-movin' Just a Rubberband, Rubberband man Just a movin', just a movin' Just a move-move-movin' Just a

so strong, we've got a concrete bond And it completes so solid, I had to write this song And it's a long way down It's a long way down It's such a long

know it, I'm a poet and I'm harder than a brick I makin' over 3 G's a day and you say That Mad's cuttin' like a blade over sucker DJ Start shinin' all

behind a mother, eleven kids, eleven grandkids And since then, two of yo' grandkids done had kids They had a boy named Tacoma, Xavier's brother, that's right Xavier made you a

a very high level, bass and treble shall yell Hangin' in the heavens on the sound supreme So clear to the ear it is sometimes seen So loud like a cloud