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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