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Larry Owens
Larry Owens
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John-Andrew Morrison
John-Andrew Morrison
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Michael R. Jackson
Michael R. Jackson
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Michael R. Jackson
Michael R. Jackson
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Usher's walk of shame from Inwood Takes him deeper into a strange loop Which is precisely the moment he gets his annual birthday voicemail From Mom I just like to remind you Periodically That I love you, son If you ever should find you Need encouragement Then you call me, son I am your mama And I've always loved you Even when you've been doing me wrong I went through labor Hours of labor To bring you along And you Mean all the world to me You mean all the world to me You're the reason I'm singing this song This is the day, this is the day This is the day that the Lord has made That the Lord has made He has a milestone in my baby's life You turn 26 on the 26th And this will never happen again So Enjoy your day You were born at 8:31 this morning, my love Mom loves you! You turn 26 on the 26th I hope I'm the first one to call you But even if I'm not With the exception of our dear Heavenly Father I am the one that loves you the most! I just like to remind you Periodically Read your Bible, son Don't put Jesus behind you Periodically Read your Bible, son! One Honor thy father And thy mother Then thy days on the earth will be long Two Be encouraged Ye may feel helpless But Jesus is strong And three And most importantly Most importantly, it's the reason I'm singing this song Listen at me now Man is for woman And woman for man The rest is confusion And not in God's plan All of these Hollywood homosexuals Waving gay flags all day and night Sticking their things up each other's buttholes I'm telling you, son, that it just ain't right It ain't right, it ain't right, it ain't right with God It ain't right, it ain't right, it ain't right with me And I just need to call up my baby boy And remind him of that Periodically 'Cause I love you And I don't want your soul to be wasted It hurts me so bad sometimes I can taste it Hell is real Sinners burning Sinners churning in rivers of fire Because of filthy unholy desire Hell is real Though we love you Don't repent 'cause you know it would please us Son, you should do it so you can see Jesus He is real And He loves you And He don't want your soul to be wasted Because the pain of the world, he done faced it He is real And I love Him So despite all my pain and my strife, I'll Just keep on praying your reprobate lifestyle Isn't real
Writer(s): Michael Jackson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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