prodigal

Everybody needs to be a part of 'em

Never be enough, I'm the prodigal son

I was born to run, I was born for this

I've done a lot of things wrong, but I swear I'm a believer

Like the prodigal son, I was out on my own

Now I'm trying to find my way back home

Thought that you had time to straighten it out (straighten it out)

Told me that you were my prodigal son

But this isn't home

I got more rhymes than the Bible's got Psalms

And just like the Prodigal Son, I've returned

Anyone steppin' to me, you'll get burned

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Lord, I confess I've been the prodigal

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We are ready to believe

The prodigal has returned

Give us our own revenge

I know something is very wrong

The post returns for prodigal songs

With blackout harks with flowered muse

If you're lost and wandering

Come stumbling in like a prodigal child

See the walls start crumbling

Well I'm bringing this problem to you now

Yea the prodigal son returns

The only way that I know how, the only way that I know how

But the only real change come from- (yeah)

Prodigal son, got a new gun, this one

Don't run out of ammo, lately been working on my handles

If I'm not hardly the one, you must be barely the one billionth

Really you kiddin', bitch I'm the prodigal son

And I'm stuntin' like my daddy, d-dr-d-drinkin' like my mama

To break the thermometer, I got first planet problems

Pluto boy, the forgotten one, the prodigal son, I'ma walk on the sun

Like maybe one day I'll be perfect in every way and then I'll feel okay

Seize the darkened day, there's only hell to pay

And no one left to see this prodigal return

Sweet apathy's black toll

Mm, so who am I? Who am I?

Am I just a poor preacher's prodigal son?

A troubled child, running wild

My soul is full, watch it fly

When I return, prodigal son

This wounded world will be as one

"Fuck them all" (fuck them all)

Prodigal sons were second to none

They gave me a job (they gave me a job)

He said, "Sit beside me son"

"When I was a young man, I was like you, the Prodigal Son"

Safe behind a half-smile, hidin' in the shadows

I was a leper in the cold

I was a long-lost prodigal

Reaching out to touch Your robe

Sodom and Gomorrah no deh yah so!

Wild one, you are like the Prodigal Son yeah

And if you're the Prodigal Son, my friend

He's the one, the humble one,

The Barkley County prodigal son.

Here to serve only you, Professor Nutbutter.

Forgive me for my wandering on my own

I'm a prodigal soul

And I want to come home

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Lord, I confess I've been the prodigal

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So don't believe so how they are breaking the law?

A lot of bullets are prodigal to the gullible

I'm turnin on the radio just to turn the TV on (on, on)

Ain't shady, baby, I'm hot

Like the prodigal son

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They've been in danger, I need some focus

The apparitions of another prodigal night, right?

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Originated right in front of your eyes

If you can't see, I am Clancy, prodigal son

Done running, come up with Josh Dun, wanted dead or alive

I've been the college dropout, the commitment cop out

The comin' home prodigal son

It feels kinda like a movie

Come home to claim a glory

Prodigal son come home

Prodigal bum come home

Won't you?

Run away, run away like a prodigal

Don't you wait for me, don't you wait for me

Once first, once can't ever be not everlast

Returning home of the prodigal

Holding the intangible

Galaxies unfolding, new world's being born

Pilgrims and prodigals creeping toward the dawn

And it's a long road out of Eden

But only time can tell

Prodigal Son with a prodigal wish to sew that prodigal stitch

And crucify bigot voodoo doll on two popsicle sticks

If that honey would come back, we would throw such a party

Drink and cook the prodigal son, fondue forks for everybody

Hot Cha, where are you? Everybody's eyes are closed

All of that grindin' through time and that pressure made diamonds, and now I'm like, baby

I pray that you hear me, your prodigal son that came home

Baby, baby, baby

Father, meet me with Your arms wide open

The world's done broken Your prodigal son

Down that road I traveled

Just tryin' to get home

Prodigal son

See, I'm not running

Stopped believing in himself

Become prodigal with his life

Make impossible shit right with

If I can't be a favorite son

I'll be the prodigal one

'Cause I've been gone too long

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I wonder how it makes you feel when the prodigal won't come home

I wonder how it makes you feel when he'd rather be on his own

Spit the gospel, truly knowing Jesus like apostles do

Return like the prodigal son to honor Mohammed too

Stay away from ham like Abraham, Lord I follow you

Homespun

A prodigal son

Comes begging a humble pardon

The Nike head

The prodigal son

Peace to Pac, to Prodigy, Pun

He's missing you, too

Some are calling you a prodigal

Some aren't calling you at all

Ain't no washin' these sins

Hell of a prodigal daughter

But there's no comin' back from where I've been

That held back the tears

In the eyes of a thousand prodigal sons

Well, we are children no more

She tripped and fell

A prodigal hell

And do I dare believe you'll reach

In our eyes an angel clear and coronal

Clothed in all that's prodigal and strange

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I despise all of your lies

I'm not the prodigal son

I'm not the chosen one

'Cause it's been so long since I had a good time

This prodigal man from Dixieland needs a good time

right now, show me a good time right now

I'd probably crash and burn, stay stuck down in that dirt

Like a prodigal running from home

Where would I be if I didn't have Jesus?

And you make me tense

Prodigal son, won't you come on home?

Door's open wide

And the runners are walking

A prodigal son is coming home

Don't theorize

We all need a miracle (We all need a miracle)

Protocol, prodigal

Every periodical

A Prodigal son once strayed from his father

To travel a land of hunger and pain

The light is bending early

Around the prodigal

The gunner whispers gently

And I am reaching

Yeah, it looks like the prodigal son

Yeah, give me some light

For everyone

Announcing peace as the prodigals come home

You open up the doors and the prodigals come home

To get your number again

I was either gonna be the prodigal

Or the banished friend

You are the promise of all the ages

You are the Prodigal Son

You are the vision of prophets and sages

I chose to act & it broke my heart not to rap

Prodigal son, clever, better than ever, back

I got my swagga back

Tomorrow comes, sorrow becomes his soul mate

The damage is done, the prodigal son is too late

Old doors are closed, but he's always open