so what have I to fear If my soul is resting on Your higher ways Your higher ways teach me to trust You Your higher ways are not like mine Your higher ways are the ways
what have I to fear If my soul is resting on Your higher ways CHORUS Your higher ways teach me to trust You Your higher ways are not like mine Your higher ways are the ways
Yours so what have I to fear If my soul is resting on Your higher ways Your higher ways, teach me to trust You Your higher ways are not like mine Your higher ways are the ways
wouldn't stay home Well, now she could fly higher than a jet airplane But not after daddy clipped her little ol' wings It's high time you quit your lowdown ways
in my windpipe I can't breathe but I still fight while I can fight As long as the wrong feels right it's like I'm in flight High off of love, drunk
a living So we all moved off And went our separate ways And it sure was hard to say goodbye To Willies and Laura Mae Jones The cotton was high And
niggas that flip a brick er'day (im killing these niggas) still the realest nigga in it is all i gotta say when you on the high way, thats what you play
[Verse 1:] I climbed up to the highest mountain I looked all around, couldn't find nobody Went down into the deepest valley Looked all around down there
Tell me off in a letter Completely ignore me Gettin' high off of saying Why you don't adore me? Baby, please I'm well versed In how I might be cursed
every day Any fool can recognize that But you try to lie and lie And say America's some motherfucking apple pie Yo, you gotta be high to believe that
Now I'm known and respect as creator of the crime rhyme But my lyrics are deeper Because I'm the one that makes you think before make a move I wrote 'Pusher', 'High
I been up for four days, gettin' money both ways Dirty and clean, I could use a glass of cold spades Rolexes, chauffeurs and low fades I keep thinking
Smoke pot And heal the people Any rebuttal To what I utter Get box-cuttered Count how many bad honeys I slutted It's a high number Name a nigga under
kids I'm shavin off my head like fucking Brittney Man dre wont mix my records now I need to talk to jimmy I'm falling back in my old ways I'm riding with
Yeah, man made powers Stood like a tower, higher and higher, hello And the higher you go, you feel lower, oh I was close to the end Staying undercover
Im jumpin out my coupe wit da missin roof and I'm so fuckin high I need a parachute. "Gucci Mane, do you remember me from last month?" "Girl, I can't
Hahaha... Ya'll Wanna Learn Ya'll ABCs... A.B.C Haha [x3] Ya'll Gon Like This Right (here) Yeahhh oh no no abc [x2] There Are So Many Ways To Spell It
love forever Are you thinking? I wanna be inside your heart What I'm thinking? I wanna know, you're with me Highways, starways, many ways To be open tonight High
