Two weeks ago last Sunday, I was on my way from church
I met a guy named Youngblood, who was totally berserk
He told me he was looking for a place to lay his head
I read him Romans 8:14 and this is what he said
Girl, some of my homeboys told me 'bout a freaky party
Down on 63rd and Babylon
Come on girl, let's go, I got plenty of blow, and it's more fun doing wrong
The ladies call me lover, 'cause I got the gift of gab and a few other specialties
I'd really like to make you, if you'd only let me date you
You'd belong only to me
He said I know that there's a freak deep down inside of you
Dying to get out, and ooo
He asked me to help Youngblood get to the freaky party
But I'm not gonna help Youngblood get to the freaky party
would
touch
given
begin
doing
eternal
church
belong
really
inside
berserk
smile
gonna
sunday
babylon
youngblood
blind
asked
chapter
freak
dying
bliss
killer
weeks
contentment
other
heaven
bring
check
homeboys
knowing
ladies
specialties
looking
surely
lunch
named
party
freaky
plenty
wrong
slide
romans
place
sadness
there
smooth
lover
totally
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