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Murs God S Work

God's gonna save his ass [Hook] If you knew him better he'd ask for some time Cuz he's looking for a reservoire to empty his mind And there's only so

You can be paid but what's the point if there's no one to share it with It takes God, patient, trust, hard work, sacrifice, respect her all the key No

not Between a rock and a hard place I soften my spot, talking a lot That's if my CD's get played But if that's not the case then I had nothing to say

slap me There's more to life I'm better than that I'm trying to lift you up instead of settin' you, settin' you back (echos) [Speaking: MURS] It's good

illness Honesty, loyalty Somebody that will spoil me Love my dirty drawers and treat me like royalty Checks Respect Posse in effect MURS & 9th Wonder it's like B.F.F. [Speaking: MURS

my memories Remember these good times and these hard times But it's like that, and that's the way it is And that's the way it was, but that ain't how