Just Like My Daddy (feat. Big Taz) - Big Gunplay Loc

If I told you my story You would hear hope, that wouldn't let go And if I told you my story You would hear love that never gave up And if I told you my story You would hear life, but it wasn't mine If I should speak, then let it be of the grace That is greater than all my sin Of when justice was served, and where mercy wins! Of the kindness of Jesus, that draws me in Oh to tell you my story, is to tell of Him If I told you my story, you would hear victory Over the enemy And if I told you my story, you would hear freedom That was won for me And if I told you my story, you would hear life Overcome the grave If I should speak, then let it be of the grace That is greater than all my sin Of when justice was served, and where mercy wins! Of the kindness of Jesus, that draws me in Oh to tell you my story, is to tell of Him This is my story, this is my song Praising my savior, all the day long This is my story, this is my song Praising my savior, all the day long For the grace that is greater, than all my sin Of when justice was served, and when mercy wins! Of the kindness of Jesus, that draws me in Oh to tell you my story, is to tell Of the grace that is reater, than all my sin Of when justice was served, and when mercy wins! Of the kindness of Jesus, that draws me in Oh to tell you my story, is to tell of Him Oh to tell you my story, is to tell of Him This is my story, this is my song Praising my savior, all the day long

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