Glory God Songtext
von Papa San
Glory God Songtext
A you alone fi get the Glory God
A you alone fi get the Glory God
Me say nobody else, nobody else
Me glad me naw bun no weed and me naw tek no crack
Neva teif fi mek no money and me tank God fi dat
Put a roof above me head, give me everyting me got
From me chain to me watch to the clothes pon me back
And the money wah me spend and the food inna me pot
Every album weh drop, every major contract
Every soul wah me win from 13yrs aback
Every month end weh flat every obstacle wah stop
Evry snake, every fox, every want, every lack
Father get rid a them and put me pon top
Me know fi cook a pot no haffi depend pon no one
Know how fi season up me meat wid me thyme and skellion
With a likkle sweet pepper, couple slice a onion
And a touch a garlic, cho no badda mention
4 finga banana, 6 pound a yam
And some dumpling weh big like the wheel pon me van
With some irish potatoa from up a St. Ann
Mek yu start lick yu finga, and gwaan wash yu hand
I have grown to be a husband and a father of six
Find time fi cyaa me wife go a supamarket
Pull the car door when she waan fi exit
Hold har hand by the hand cause me nuh want her to slip
Me even know how to be romantic
Buy her flowers and roses, boxes o chocolate
Me haffi mek me visitation well exquisite
Till har glad bag pap weh like a lastic
Real man no have no time fi no foolishness
I will fill in the gap anytime she feel sick
If a even stay home wash plates, babysit
Well a God a get the glory, me no need no credit
You know how much time me fail him and could a end up a police station
Run to him for mercy, and Him grant me salvation
Ask him fi a song and him give me inspiration
Flood me wid ideas when me under meditation
If poverty is a sickness, well him a di medication
Teach me how to do business, beside what education
Love me neighbor as meself, without intimidation
That why me have to learn from the previous generation
How fi give thanks inna every situation,
We must remember the creator fi creation
Give us eternal life and there is no separation
Start the celebration, weh yu a wait pon
A you alone fi get the Glory God
Me say nobody else, nobody else
Me glad me naw bun no weed and me naw tek no crack
Neva teif fi mek no money and me tank God fi dat
Put a roof above me head, give me everyting me got
From me chain to me watch to the clothes pon me back
And the money wah me spend and the food inna me pot
Every album weh drop, every major contract
Every soul wah me win from 13yrs aback
Every month end weh flat every obstacle wah stop
Evry snake, every fox, every want, every lack
Father get rid a them and put me pon top
Me know fi cook a pot no haffi depend pon no one
Know how fi season up me meat wid me thyme and skellion
With a likkle sweet pepper, couple slice a onion
And a touch a garlic, cho no badda mention
4 finga banana, 6 pound a yam
And some dumpling weh big like the wheel pon me van
With some irish potatoa from up a St. Ann
Mek yu start lick yu finga, and gwaan wash yu hand
I have grown to be a husband and a father of six
Find time fi cyaa me wife go a supamarket
Pull the car door when she waan fi exit
Hold har hand by the hand cause me nuh want her to slip
Me even know how to be romantic
Buy her flowers and roses, boxes o chocolate
Me haffi mek me visitation well exquisite
Till har glad bag pap weh like a lastic
Real man no have no time fi no foolishness
I will fill in the gap anytime she feel sick
If a even stay home wash plates, babysit
Well a God a get the glory, me no need no credit
You know how much time me fail him and could a end up a police station
Run to him for mercy, and Him grant me salvation
Ask him fi a song and him give me inspiration
Flood me wid ideas when me under meditation
If poverty is a sickness, well him a di medication
Teach me how to do business, beside what education
Love me neighbor as meself, without intimidation
That why me have to learn from the previous generation
How fi give thanks inna every situation,
We must remember the creator fi creation
Give us eternal life and there is no separation
Start the celebration, weh yu a wait pon
Writer(s): Tyrone Thompson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
