Testo take it away. - Jacky Clark Chisholm

Testo della canzone take it away. (Jacky Clark Chisholm), tratta dall'album Jacky ?

Why is no one ready?
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Hey hey hey
Young people you know the dealy
8 Mile, Detroit is the city
Chitown uptown East Philly
I mean really? I mean really...
Jacky got her hair sitting pretty
Red bottoms got you sweeping through the city
She snatching wigs and they snapping pics
Now the album's out better text your friends
Give me something I can feel, feel
Because the God I serve is real
Real (yes He Is)
Fight my battle if I'm still
Still (yes He will)
He's my buckler and my shield
My shield
We wrestle not against
Flesh and blood but principalities
Did you hear me when I said
Keep it up devil and I promise
That you'll see another side of me
I ain't playing no more
Messing with my family
My church and my community
Enough is enough
You gotta give my stuff now
You can take my money
You can take my friends
You can take my Audi
You can take my Benz
You can take my jewelry
You can take my Louis
You can't you can't
Take my joy away
Devil, you-you can't
Take my joy away
Take it
Take it
Take it
Take it
Take it away
Take it
Take it
Take it
Can't take it away
Anybody working on a building?
I'm working on a building
Not made by hand
Anybody working on a building?
I'm working on a building
Not made by man
My soul is happy
My soul is happy
My soul is happy
Happy
Happy
Take it by force and say
Enough is enough
Take it by force and say
Enough is enough
Had the audacity
To mess with my stuff, no
You can't you can't
Take my joy away
Devil, you-you can't
Take my joy away
Take it
Take it
Take it
Take it
Take it away
Take it
Take it
Take it
Can't take it away
Enough is enough
You gotta give my stuff now
Anybody working on a building?
I'm working on a building
Not made by hand
Anybody working on a building?
I'm working on a building
Not made by man
My soul is happy
My soul is happy
My soul is happy
Happy
Happy
Why is no one ready?
You can take my crib
And you can take my whips
And you can have the keys to my truck
Cause my praise is kinda like gasoline
You strike it and imma blow up
So basically like Jacky said
A few bars ago enough
And I'm over all the shenanigans
And I'm not repeating myself again
You keep playing cords like this again
Then the church is gonna get buck again
Then the praise is gonna go up again
Then the church is gonna go up again
And up again and up again
The praises gonna go up again
Come on...
Joy...
Take it
Take it
Take it
Take it
Take it away
Take it
Take it
Take it
Can't take it away



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