8.God's Above
Way up high above, live the gods and all they love
Down here upon the soil, live the men who work and toil
L-I-B-E-R-T, why I want my liberty
No I wont work this field, Ill just rise with sword and shield
Because I am a god cause I shoot fire from the palm of my hands
I am your love because your cheeks turn red when Im talking to
you
N Here I am with a red dress on cause a even though that were
getting along
You say its okay but you need a man
That will love you more when hes holding your hand, Boy.
Whoa, I still love you
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