Lyrics

It's the model Suffering in the streets that's our own model With all of my fake friends that's the real trouble 'Cause I couldn't be humble My God I couldn't follow All of my hate I swallowed Believe me We ain't got no plans of living Without getting hurt, we're bleeding God's trying to help the weak, yeah Oh you know, you know, you know El modelo (Eh) Sufrimiento en las calles y nunca hay baro (Eh) Cuando ayudo siempre salgo golpeado (Eh) Todos pierden de todo Pido siempre al codo Quiero hacerme el tonto That's the model (Eh) Suffering in the streets that's our own model (Eh) With all of my fake friends that's the real trouble (Eh) Everyone loses people Even afraid to speak up Tell me did I just stutter? That's the model I wanna preach of a love so rich to take us up Is that so hard to believe? That I know what you need? It's Jesus Gente escúcheme Alguien si es fiel The one who changes hearts So ask for Jesus now Es Cristo Quien tiene la cura Es Cristo Vamos Él te da un regalo Te va a dar la vida y sueños Oh you know, you know, you know El modelo (Eh) Sufrimiento en las calles y nunca hay baro (Eh) Cuando ayudo siempre salgo golpeado (Eh) Todos pierden de todo Pido siempre al codo Quiero hacerme el tonto That's the model (Eh) Suffering in the streets that's our own model (Eh) With all of my fake friends that's the real trouble (Eh) Everyone loses people Even afraid to speak up Tell me did I just stutter That's the model The model Él es el modo correcto de vivir
Writer(s): Alagwu Michael Chigozie Castillo Torres Chukwuka Ekweani, Ckay Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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