Holy Ghost Fire - Paul Cauthen

I’ve got the Holy Ghost fire

And it’s burning in me

I’ve got the Holy Ghost fire

And it’s burning in me

Got the Holy Ghost fire

And I’m burning down these streets

I’ve got a sweet little baddie

And she’s rolling in the Caddy with me

I’ve got a sweet little baddie

And she’s rolling in the Caddy with me

I’ve got a whole lotta Prada for my Holy Ghost mama

And she’s making sweet eyes at me

Don’t let me down, sweet mama

Oh sweet mama, don’t let me down

I’m an honest man

Dying to get you in the palm of my hand

Working the long con plan

If you knew the truth about me, baby girl

No way in hell you’d stay

But if I filled you in

Would you take it to the grave?

'Cause a secret ain’t no secret

If you give it all away

Don’t let me down, sweet mama

Oh sweet mama, don’t let me down

I’m an honest man

Dying to get you in the palm of my hand

Working the long con plan

Don’t let me down, sweet mama

Oh, don’t let me down

Don’t let me down, sweet mama

Oh sweet mama, don’t let me down

I’m an honest man

Dying to get you in the palm of my hand

Working the long con plan

Don’t let me down, sweet mama

Oh sweet mama, don’t let me down

I’m an honest man

Dying to get you in the palm of my hand

Got the Holy Ghost fire and it’s burning in me

Got the Holy Ghost fire and it’s burning in me

I’ve got the Holy Ghost fire and I’m burning down these streets