Listen to Excuse Me Father (feat. DJ Flipcyide) by Cuban Link

Excuse Me Father (feat. DJ Flipcyide)

Cuban Link

Hip-Hop/Rap

Lyrics

In the name of the Father, Son, Holy Spirit Amen Please forgive me Lord I know I'm misbehaving I'm staying up late at night just blazin Thinking about my life and this fucked up situation Satan's waiting patient with his temptation Trying to make his way so he can take control I know I'm God's creation I won't sell my soul I know my foundation Show me the road where I go right or left love or hate life or death Am I bait for the snake only fate knows the rest I got questions - yeah- Oh Lord I got questions Excuse me Father - can I get a little bit of your time I don't mean to bother but I got a lot of things on my mind See I got these problems and I don't want to go to my nine And I'm trying to solve them but it feels like I'm running out of time Running out of time - so I call upon ya - so I call upon ya I call upon ya - I call upon you Pardon me Lord It's kinda hard for me part open these doors It's got to be more to life than just parties and broads My mind is so lost although my heart is guided by yours I crossed the road and ended up where I started before From Poor to Entrepreneur performing raw without an album in stores Doin tours from Cali down to Harlem New York Problem of all sorts can't dodge 'em keep getting caught I thought the art of war was stronger than the arm of the law I caught a felony and though I got locked up before It all fell on me all without probable cause I heard you telling me jealousy's a part of this sport I felt your energy like Lazarus I'm guarded by dogs Who though I'd be the one the audience applaud Who thought I'd get to see my face in the Source Who'd thought I'd be double crossed I know God was the force that kept my soul strong threw it all It's too far to walk the dog and throw it all out the door Help me Lord! Excuse me Father - can I get a little bit of your time I don't mean to bother but I got a lot of things on my mind See I got these problems and I don't want to go to my nine And I'm trying to solve them but it feels like I'm running out of time Running out of time - so I call upon you Now I lay me down to sleep I pray my lord my soul to keep And if I die before I wake I pray my lord my soul you take I'm just a man I make mistakes Learn to separate the real from the fake Gotta keep the faith by praying everyday Shine a light on me Lord before it's too late Excuse me Father - can I get a little bit of your time I don't mean to bother but I got a lot of things on my mind See I got these problems and I don't want to go to my nine And I'm trying to solve them but it feels like I'm running out of time Excuse me Father excuse me Father excuse me Father excuse me Father
Writer(s): Unknown Writer, Domingo Ramos Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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