Sometimes you never know how much you got going on until the end
You can show my heart mercy just not like you did before
I could've turned out more rotten than an apple's core
I make it hot from the thought of my thoughts of entrance
Thoughts from outside people can lead a young man straight into the penitentiary
That's a Pandora's box, resort for mischief
Be the light in armor binding every demonic sentry
Call this my shout out to my family, who still with me
Comfort for comfort and security
A mere epidimy, the top is where I'm meant to be
Gratitude to my mothers and foremothers for the coo
Nobody cooing like you do
Bring my madea back for my final hug
Wishing I could conquer all of this flesh like I did with drugs
Call it the old issue, cold turkey, no beefing on my jerky
I eat it later if need be
Hopefully magic never dies because God still seems like the wizard to me
No oz, no nanny mcfee
Oh golly me, more jolly for me
No longer will these pockets be flat because I'm regaining what was birthed in me
Somebody told me that you gotta give freely from the heart
Without wanting anything in return other than your own happiness
So that's what I do
And I'm giving y'all this right here
At a simple price of my own happiness
Somebody better tell the devil that this is up north
This is my joy, he can't take it
Can't take it
Ain't nothing here for him to break in, so no snaking
He better always know that everywhere I go the ground quakes and gets the shaking
There ain't no faking the way that I keep it sacred
So people can always look to me for the resolution
To the end of faith in the disbelief of us becoming idols of facts
And you can trace it, it's not on me, it's in me
To make it, jam it, and pack it like it was never salvaged
More towards salvation, no digression
This is not a discreet discretion
You either pray and stay where the glory stay
Or you can be sealed away like a time capsule from old age
Cause I've been giving, giving, giving, giving, giving
I've been giving, giving, giving, giving, giving
From the heart
The One Hundred - Giving Lyrics
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Sometimes you never know how much you got going on until the end
You can show my heart mercy just not like you did before
I could've turned out more rotten than an apple's core
I make it hot from the thought of my thoughts of entrance
Thoughts from outside people can lead a young man straight into the penitentiary
That's a Pandora's box, resort for mischief
Be the light in armor binding every demonic sentry
Call this my shout out to my family, who still with me
Comfort for comfort and security
A mere epidimy, the top is where I'm meant to be
Gratitude to my mothers and foremothers for the coo
Nobody cooing like you do
Bring my madea back for my final hug
Wishing I could conquer all of this flesh like I did with drugs
Call it the old issue, cold turkey, no beefing on my jerky
I eat it later if need be
Hopefully magic never dies because God still seems like the wizard to me
No oz, no nanny mcfee
Oh golly me, more jolly for me
No longer will these pockets be flat because I'm regaining what was birthed in me
Somebody told me that you gotta give freely from the heart
Without wanting anything in return other than your own happiness
So that's what I do
And I'm giving y'all this right here
At a simple price of my own happiness
Somebody better tell the devil that this is up north
This is my joy, he can't take it
Can't take it
Ain't nothing here for him to break in, so no snaking
He better always know that everywhere I go the ground quakes and gets the shaking
There ain't no faking the way that I keep it sacred
So people can always look to me for the resolution
To the end of faith in the disbelief of us becoming idols of facts
And you can trace it, it's not on me, it's in me
To make it, jam it, and pack it like it was never salvaged
More towards salvation, no digression
This is not a discreet discretion
You either pray and stay where the glory stay
Or you can be sealed away like a time capsule from old age
Cause I've been giving, giving, giving, giving, giving
I've been giving, giving, giving, giving, giving
From the heart
You can show my heart mercy just not like you did before
I could've turned out more rotten than an apple's core
I make it hot from the thought of my thoughts of entrance
Thoughts from outside people can lead a young man straight into the penitentiary
That's a Pandora's box, resort for mischief
Be the light in armor binding every demonic sentry
Call this my shout out to my family, who still with me
Comfort for comfort and security
A mere epidimy, the top is where I'm meant to be
Gratitude to my mothers and foremothers for the coo
Nobody cooing like you do
Bring my madea back for my final hug
Wishing I could conquer all of this flesh like I did with drugs
Call it the old issue, cold turkey, no beefing on my jerky
I eat it later if need be
Hopefully magic never dies because God still seems like the wizard to me
No oz, no nanny mcfee
Oh golly me, more jolly for me
No longer will these pockets be flat because I'm regaining what was birthed in me
Somebody told me that you gotta give freely from the heart
Without wanting anything in return other than your own happiness
So that's what I do
And I'm giving y'all this right here
At a simple price of my own happiness
Somebody better tell the devil that this is up north
This is my joy, he can't take it
Can't take it
Ain't nothing here for him to break in, so no snaking
He better always know that everywhere I go the ground quakes and gets the shaking
There ain't no faking the way that I keep it sacred
So people can always look to me for the resolution
To the end of faith in the disbelief of us becoming idols of facts
And you can trace it, it's not on me, it's in me
To make it, jam it, and pack it like it was never salvaged
More towards salvation, no digression
This is not a discreet discretion
You either pray and stay where the glory stay
Or you can be sealed away like a time capsule from old age
Cause I've been giving, giving, giving, giving, giving
I've been giving, giving, giving, giving, giving
From the heart
Writer: Will Moore
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