(Chorus: woman singing - repeat 4X). Take a look in my life and see what I see.. . (Yo Gotti). M-E-M-P-H-I-S. 3 - 8 - 1 - 2 - 7. shady vista, segshaw lane.
"Can I be committed?", is the question in my head. All the issues in my life keep holdin' me back. Can I live up to the standard? Seems so hard to do.
We got something to say you know. It's one of those joints here, Yolanda. Check this out, you know. It's time to change, Yolanda. . It's been to long it's time to change.
How big is your imagination?. How much do you dream?. Have you ever had a vision. That seems so far to reach?. . But I ain't trying to preach to you. But I'm really concerned.
I am God, God. I am God, God. . Thinking to yourself that you're by yourself. Yet and still you're talking loud. But just tell me who you talking to. If you don't believe I'm around.
You're listening to The Sound. . I hold a memory of myself. Reflections of what I used to be. These broken roads that brought me here. They make it hard to face reality.
Our mind manipulation was no strength for the deceased. The master plan defeasted by the laws of earth's beliefs. And in death's costume now I live a lonely, empty corpse.
Everybody, clap your hands, everybody, jump for joy. Everybody, make some noise if you love the Lord. Everybody, clap your hands, everybody, jump for joy.
Won't you tell me in the morning. Of the kisses that you left me in my sleep. Of all the thunder and the stormin'. Of all the racket in the street. . And if the sun should open wide now.