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Righteousness


Glory Glory Halleluiah Since I

supposed to been laid my burdens down

 

Boy shut the hell up

but I’m saved

 

You slay me with your mean words

but you say that your saved

 

Church on Sunday singing praises

but club on Friday popping and dropping

 

You’re not saved your raised

Just a person who knows God

 

Saved

Saved

But Your Saved

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