All Right
Written by Amy Grant, Dan Huff,
and Phil Naish
Sung by Amy Grant
Looking out
To the hills, to the setting sun,
I feel a cold wind
Bound to come;
Another change,
Another end I cannot see,
But your faithfulness to me
Is making it all right.
I fall down on my knees;
Tell me that it's all right.
You give me what I need.
Years of knockin' on heaven's door
Have taught me this, if nothing more,
That it's all right, what may come.
I've heard it said,
When the river's running high,
You get to higher ground or you die.
Well, muddy waves of pain
Washed over me,
And it only made me see,
It's gonna be all right.
I, I fall down on my knees;
Tell me that it's all right.
You give me what I need.
Years of knockin' on heaven's door
Have taught me this, if nothing more,
That it's all right, what may come.
When will I learn there're no guarantees?
What strengthens hope, my eyes have never seen,
But it won't be long
Till the faith will be sight,
And the heavens will say,
It's all right.
(All right.)
(All right.)
(All right.)
All right,
I fall down on my knees;
Tell me that it's all right.
You give me what I need.
Years of knockin'...heaven's door,
Have taught me this, if nothing more,
And it's all right.
Whatever comes.
All right,
Fall on my knees,
Tell me that it's all right.
You give me what I need.
(After all these) Years of knockin' on heaven's door,
(Years of knockin' on heavens' door,)
(It's gonna be) All right.
(Oooooh, yeah.) All right.
I fall down on my knees,
Tell me that it's all right,
'Cause you give me what I need,
(After all these years of knockin' on heaven's door,)
Years of knockin' on heaven's door,
(It's gonna be) All right.
Whatever comes, yes sir,
All right.
I fall down on my knees.
All right.featuring Marquee
Chorus: Lord Finesse
Times are shifting no time to be tricking on chickens
(No doubt) Your opinion's different?
Well man listen players front the role
And then be forgetting (Straight tripping)
Verse One: Lord Finesse
Check out the elite player that keeps flavor
Producer beat layer caters spectators to street data
Real life portrayer rap sayer legit like tax payers
Behavior's cool like sax players
Conservative, it's all real, no preservatives
God bless the illest player you ever heard of, kid
Smooth as margarine, got the squadron, shit
Don't front, I'll catch you on the rebound like Dennis Rodman
Chorus: Marquee
Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt)
No time to be chasing a broke nigga
Get on your job, you can keep those short figures
'96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?)
Verse Two: Marquee
Marquee, like a diamond, shining, the light is blinding
And many niggas want to fill this light hymen
Nah men with the biggest teeth (Why?) Cause his chick is me
Got him hooked, like smokers are to nicotine
Queens mommy, keep the skeletons behind me
Find me at universities scooping degrees with my mommy
Rap's profoundness, slouches I out and out diss
Skills be mountainous, so what you know about this?
Chorus: Lord Finesse & Marquee
Times are shifting, no time to be tricking on chickens
(No doubt) Your opinion's different?
Well man listen, players front the role
And then be forgetting (Straight tripping)
Time to shine, I need my dough bigger (No doubt)
No time to be chasing a broke nigga
Get on your job, you can keep those short figures
'96 we strictly go-getters (How you figure?)
Verse Three: Marquee
No wasting time, money bitch state of mind
We on top of shit, ain't the generous kind
Want to owning homes, money loan like the