LYRICS
Use A− / A+ to adjust text sizeGod, Your Mama, and Me (Feat. Backstreet Boys)
That Sunday morning choir calling, church doors open wideThat hallelujah shoot right through ya, make you feel aliveThat key under the mat, you know right where it's atIt's waiting with the porch light onDon't bother calling, no need for knocking, just come on homeCome on home, my love isNever gonna run dry, never gonna come up emptyNow until the day I die, unconditionallyYou know I'm always gonna be here for yaNo one's ever gonna love you more thanGod, your mama, and meGod, your mama, and meUnconditionallyGod, your mama, and meLoud as shotgun, angels singing with the radioPraying with you every mile down any dead end roadYou can tell me every secret that you been keepingI'll hold it, lock and keyUp with you all night, holding you all night, I never leaveYou better believe my love isNever gonna run dry, never gonna come up emptyNow until the day I die, unconditionallyYou know I'm always gonna be here for yaNo one's ever gonna love you more thanGod, your mama, and meGod, your mama, and meUnconditionallyGod, your mama, and meYou better believe it, you better believe itEvery step you take, I'll be as sure as your shadowEvery move you make, you know I'm part of you wherever you goBaby, you know my love isNever gonna run dry, never gonna come up emptyNow until the day I die, unconditionallyYou know I'm always gonna be here for yaNo one's ever gonna love you more thanGod, your mama, and meGod, your mama, and meUnconditionallyGod, your mama, and me
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