Lyrics:
all His wisdom
Gave history to man
So we would know the bible's truth
The proving of His plan
For those who think the Book
Is nothing more than lies
this church pew or bar stool kinda town
Here it sometimes feels just like
This world revolves around
Whiskey or the Bible
A shot glass or revival
Bible on my side swear that imma ride till i die
Baby we about to take em all to church
Woke up in the depths of the night feeling exhausted
Demons in my
them lashes on her eyelids
Bad bitch and she tryna have my kid
I be smoking on the top I ain't smoking on no mid
If i slide on a nigga ain't telling what
tryna hear the story,wutchu you wanna join me
You know it's splash season when I dive in I'm goin deep
Bitch I get stoned like a nigga in the bible
that God has Something to say
The bible says and I saw no Temple in the city
For its temple is the Lord God The almighty and the Lamb
And the city has no
out alive? Alright, alright
No church in the wild
Prime 112 behind the double doors
As I rewind the devils floors
Paths cross, of course your life lost
my bible my blicky
I call up my twizzy, I pull up to church with my twizzy
I'm trinna get litty, I'm trinna get lit in my city
I want me a milly, I
of god!
I came to city team ministries as a last chance
My sponsor and mentor, a friend of 35 years
Rich Suchlove from venture church asked me if I wanted
music video
Oh-whoa-oh, oh-whoa-oh
He finds a Bible when he opens up the drawer
And somehow now he's in a church from 1864
The moral of the story is
The Bible's Books are Sixty-Six
The Spirit - their recorder;
Their stories - how they can transfix
So here they are - in order.
In GENESIS I will
swerving
Cocked and loaded man Bible packen
I be swerving
Through your city bruh you hear me coming
I be swerving
Windows down in the winter bumping
I be
pre-teens
Let's pretend we privileged not deceased, addicted
It look like funeral home, church, church, liquor store
Corner store, dread-head, dead leg,
Jesus loves me
Jesus loves me
This I know
For the Bible tells me so
Sometimes I wake up feel like I’m in Forest City, Arkansas
Although I’m
Life in the big city, let's get dirty now
Life in the big city,
I've got billions, I've got minions
Dance
I've got jet planes, my own doctors
I'm so sick of being bound
By this fear of being found
Quiet Christians all erase
Our city's only saving grace
Passively we settle
So we don't offend
904
Stormy weather, heavy rain
No moon in the city
Shining streets, Friday night
No mercy, no pity
I hide in my church, in Suite 909
Your word
Jesus loves me
Jesus loves me
This I know
For the Bible tells me so
Sometimes I wake up feel like I’m in Forest City, Arkansas
Although I’m
the home of Biggie and Junior's cheesecakes
She's from the city where they make the illest cheesesteaks
The way we met by some friends through the telephone
God is going to rupture the church from the inside out to get us ready; to be dressed in fine linen and filled with the thoughts of Zion, The City
I got the armor of God I don't need to run
I'm gone be faithful I don't need to see the son
I'm up in church ima dance cause I'm having fun
I got
She's a church, she's a bible
She's a jukebox, she's an idol
She's a wire, she's a spark
With an electric heart
She's a bedtime story, wonderfully
Radio check check
Video check check
This is how the city-folk and mole-people connect-nect
Somebody warped the message, tried to pass it
sitting in a church
Bitch I'm in your city so you gotta wait your turn
Word around town I give a fuck what you heard
Ain't nobody crossing all the bridges
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