Texty:
We The Kings Promise The Stars

these words that I speak tonight, Ill be with you till we see the light, in these words that I speak today, I will follow you come lead the way I promise

dealer beepers Don't let your Ego eat you, let me teach you All that make your chest look just like some pizza You see what's happening, we King Kong

we played under the name BellBangVilla. In 1989, we traveled to Germany for a mission trip with our church. On one of the areas that we drove past a

parties body-rockin', and everything's chill Get back to New York, and the suckers act ill See, I fought with the devil, made a promise to God I have

Lord of the lamp will you offer your hand Will you promise to light me the way? I followed the stars And I searched for the right pass to go Child of

c'mon get happy The Lord is waiting to take your hand Shout Hallelujah, c'mon get happy We're gonna be goin' to the Promised Land We're headed cross

Billy King, probably got a Doggystyle tape Somewhere hidden in his briefcase Newsweek, Rolling Stone, major magazines Dope fiends, prom queens, we too

of divinity The promised Prince of peace Then let us praise His name The baby King of light And make a place within our manger stall His promise is

in but see the better bring the SWAT my friend Because I promise that we not runnin' Nigga we gon' be here all day posted in this hallway Keep them cluckers comin' in 'cause we