If the sun's shining down on me.
And give thanks to the Lord
For the fact that he saved me.
As long as the sun's shining down on me.
And give thanks to the Lord
For the life that he gave me.
A rhymer in this scribe a
Feeling this in every fiber
'Cause its life in a recital
Like a tribal tidal sound wave
Breaking the shackles of their sound slurs
I turn an ordinary line upside down
That my God gave as competition
Miraculously he maintains pole position
Sticks and stones are breaking bones
It's way stranger than fiction
It's upper in your section
I show you that affection
With the verbal jam to your midsection.
If the sun's shining down on me.
And give thanks to the Lord
For the fact that he saved me.
As long as the sun's shining down on me.
And give thanks to the Lord
For the life that he gave me.
(Head on, head on, head on, head on.)
Everybody's born into sin, including me,
And I begin like animal chin
I know I have and haven't been.
My engine is running off adrenaline
Together could be a mortal sin
That he left his snake skin
He's getting overpowered by the hour
Rain showers on their flowers
With the comprehensive skills.
If the sun's shining down on me.
And give thanks to the Lord
For the fact that he saved me.
As long as the sun's shining down on me.
And give thanks to the Lord
For the life that he gave me.
(Head on, head on, head on, head on.)
I know things turn strange
Sometimes nobody knows your name, boy.