Paul Cauthen - Holy Ghost Fire

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