I'm a producer, with no subtitles But he bless me, cause before him I put no idol To his eyes only I wanna be pleasing He gave my life a brand new meaning Yeah, you may see me hangin' with a rapper When we go to church our hands aint clappin' any faster Yes we in the world, but we not of it Know when I lift my hands, I'm thinkin' nothin' of it I know that you like me cause you like my swag Me & Mali on the track, 'bout to kill it so bad But I'm still that same church boy I aint afraid to let you know If you feel me make some noise
And I can sing about him everyday & night I may not have everything right But I'm still glad I got him in my life
Wake up you've been sleeping in With the secret he's been keeping And here goes your sound bite This what gospel sound like Association with the church got us lookin', watchin' Scandals, hypocrisy or corrupted democracy History in the makin', we already in the process It's about time I got the new wave runner shoes I can turn it like a Holy Ghost banner(?) I'm tired of being under, so over here we... (?)
I use to run with, my old buddies And bad things we use to do But now I look back & I'm kind of glad
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