Lyrics Krizz Kaliko

Krizz Kaliko

Thank God

Before I get started, I couple things that I'm addressin

I'd like to thank you for my blessings, some name stars, quaze hearts

Niggas say I'm like Elroy Jetson

Getting paper's good and make them good

If I got to raise em in the same neighborhood

Where the killers and they babies still, I ain't prejudice

But thank God I ain't gotta live in Connecticut

A fool

Give me some kids on the earth

But if I'm a be away from em they gon be away from me

I gotta get up and to work

And I gotta pick the bill so the strapping gotta work for me

But she was in my corner

That's my girl, that's my mama

I got to learn about this music from ya

Sex, pain,

Life, rain

Love, hate,

Tears, here

Sex, pain,

Life, rain

Love, hate,

Tears, you

Thank God for you

I ain't taking it back

Thank God for the snake in the back

And I'm statin the facts, save me from breaking my back

Or robbing a safe full of stacks

Seem like we saving the rap from the paper planes in the back

When the paper stays in the sack

Your hear what they play on airway

Strangers say that it's whack so we save up for mac

There's gotta be a God somewhere, it's the one who cares

I stay on bended knee and hope the Father answers prayers

But still some still don't believe

You see it's God you see me

Thank God for...

Sex, pain,

Life, rain

Love, hate,

Tears, here

Sex, pain,

Life, rain

Love, hate,

Tears, you

Thank God for you

And I thank God for this woman of mine

'Cus she be loving a nigga and taking care of me and mine

And she think that she fine

You getting lucky if you finally get me loving every kind

He set to told me

Infest a leaf, instead I love this movie

And I love how she love to do me

She never gave me trouble with the way I doubled it and give it to me

Okay, had to wait on my soul mate

Never in her face with colgate

And if it's all the same

I love having a ball and chain

If I'm locked they'll need no paroling baby

Mama, in a way you never drama-free

But I'm a be connected to you at the hip

Plus I be on, I got way too much lift

Somebody gotta pay these bills

Somebody gotta cook these meals

Somebody gotta tell these women they celebrity niggas and they supposed to feel

I know I do the fool more than I used to but shit we going though it cool

If I had it to do again

It would truly end with me choosing you

Sex, pain,

Life, rain

Love, hate,

Tears, here

Sex, pain,

Life, rain

Love, hate,

Tears, you

Thank God for you