Teksty:
The Paper Chase God Forgive Us All

block north, go one west, turn left at peach festival road, go fifty yards, and to the left, Debra Mae is waiting. May God forgive us all. The slow

. And now up in Heaven cause I now God gon make it betta'. We runnin' around chasing this paper like that's gon' save us. We so caught up in trying to

to get it not the jingle but the fold up Stackin' papers And the coppers can't control us Chasin' relish till my fuckin' pockets swoll up God forgive

apart She said That she would give me greatness Status Placement above all of the others My face would grace covers of the magazines of the hustlers Paper

Theres no doubt that god helps me rise (That he do, that he do) I said indeed if I fall. Every time I'm fallin', fallin Theres no doubt god helps me

apart She said That she would give me greatness Status Placement above all of the others My face would grace covers of the magazines of the hustlers Paper

apart She said That she would give me greatness Status Placement above all of the others My face would grace covers of the magazines of the hustlers Paper