Lyrics:
of You
All I was is lost
I've been lost more than once
I've been frozen by the high beams
Ninety-nine others but You always seem to find me
Lost in
though you see Him nowhere
His presence is there, so clear, you're blind not to believe it
Glory to God, He called all His sons out of Egypt
Sons
of what's inside for all the world to see
A demonstration of our love so come praise the Lord with me
Can you wave one hand and say praise the Lord
The pain just to tell y'all this shit
For the hood!
(I, I, I, don't want you to see me cry)
I'm on the grind like all the time
I got money but murder don't
Yeah
All have sinned and fallen short of your glory LORD
Right from Adam down to us and we're sorry LORD
How you sent your son for our own atonement
You have given us
A new name
The sons and daughters of your righteousness
You have taking all of our shame
And given us the gift of holiness
look like you?"
I just can't tell, why don't you take it to ma momma do
Because my mother knows the real deal
All these hoochies poppin' coochie
We're all an ounce or two short of a pound
Lord knows you're not alone
We're all a little wrong
But you ain't right
Son your lights may be on
But
[Repeat: x8]
What they really want
Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all
Fuck with (fall to your death death) the niggas with the guns
You are The Chosen One, The Son of Man, Almighty God, The Great "I Am"
Worthy is the name of The Lord, The Lord Jesus Christ
You're God With Us,
papa be happy (aye)
When You're experiencing pain and
Trials don drive you insane
Count it all joy
Make it all fun
And let the devil be shamed
When
Till You’ve done all You need in me
I’m all out at sea
Just me and You
In Your great rescue
Your great rescue
Your great rescue
Your great rescue, Lord
You have given us
A new name
The sons and daughters of your righteousness
You have taking all of our shame
And given us the gift of holiness
pay the ransom
For you and for me
We're no longer outcasts
We're daughters and sons
Born of His Spirit
And washed by His blood
God gave us a purpose
He
enough about you and me
How's my little son
Hmm, he ever ask about me
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket
If I could
enough about you and me
How's my little son
Hmm, he ever ask about me
Just a little bit
Does he still like to go down by the supermarket
If I could
be living by that sword, but you could die by the gun
I stack until I could provide, to have a daughter or son
Fuck your man that nigga a bitch, ain’t
rain down
Be a mighty downpour
Like in the day of Pentecost rain down Lord
Like in the upper room oh God rain down Lord
That your sons and daughters
bedfellow you would have been
And will you marry my daughter, Jane
By the truth of your right hand?
Oh, will you marry my daughter, Jane
I will make you
you?
(Do you love me too?)
I miss the butterflies in my chest
And I miss just steady feeling all my best
I miss getting hearts all by the text
But right
You we're despised, rejected by men
A man of great sorrow, acquainted with grief
Bruised for my sin, chastised for my peace
And by these wounds, I've
me
All of the things I needed
Lord you gave to me
I'll always give you praise
Baba you dey sugar my tea
Oba receive my praise
I'm hear by your grace
)
(Miss you, miss you)
Oh, Lord (miss you)
You can look at my eyes and see
That a great big man like me has been
(Crying, crying)
(Crying, crying)
Crying
Kaka-rot
You know the greats don't type it down I keep my hand on lock
Unless I'm sitting on the toilet flushing rappers out
When I touch mics they all in
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