Tag Archives: Good God

Dave & Ansell Collins – Double Barrell

I am the magnificent, I’m backed by the shack of a soul Boss most turnin’, stormin’ sound o’soul I am W-O-O-O, and I’m still up here again, hey (Work, work, work, work, work, Work, work, work, work, work, work) Build it up one time Work it on baby, mush, mush, mush, mush Hit me one read more »

Tiron & Ayomari – Airplane Mode

[TIRON] 3 in the morning On my mind like I don’t even mind it Model in my mind, yeah Am I dreaming or maybe I’m too high Good God you’re my goddess Killer, killer, killing If I hit ya would you pick your phone up? And if I’m with ya would you put your phone read more »

Greensky Bluegrass – Burn Them lyrics

Wanna be a bad guy in a silent film, Lit up by candles and the space between the shadows. I wouldn’t have to say nothing, or sound mean I just wouldn’t smile or look too pleased… They can’t all be good, my guess better than they should, What if sorrows swim. Good God I’m gonna read more »

Eminem – Just Lose It

Okay, guess who’s back, back again Shady’s back, tell a friend Now everyone report to the dance floor To the dance floor, to the dance floor Now everyone report to the dance floor Alright stop, pajama time Come here little kiddies on my lap Guess who’s back with a brand new rap And I don’t read more »

Fine Young Cannibals – Good Thing

The one good thing in my life Has gone away I don’t know why She’s gone away I don’t know where Somewhere I can’t follow her The one good thing didn’t stay too long Woo who who who My back was turned and she was gone Hey hey hey Good thing Where have you gone read more »

Chance the Rapper – Blessings (On The Tonight Show) (Live) letras

[Hook: Jamila Woods + Chance The Rapper] I’m gon’ praise Him, praise Him ’til I’m gone I’m gon’ praise Him, praise Him ’til I’m gone When the praises go up, the blessings come down When the praises go up, the blessings come down It seems like blessings keep falling in my lap It seems like read more »

Hozier – Take Me To Church lyrics

[Verse 1] My lover’s got humour She’s the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody’s disapproval Should’ve worshipped her sooner If the Heavens ever did speak She’s the last true mouthpiece Every Sunday’s getting more bleak Fresh poison each week “We were born sick,” you heard them say it My church offers no absolutes She tells read more »