Byob (feat. Just Steve & Thre)

To all my drinkers, you know, sip slow But for all my non-drinkers, you could pour out a little bit, yep BYOB I been tryna get my ducks in a row Better yet tryna Line up all my X's and O's No more playin' games with my exes and old's Got a new flame, scorchin' through the rest of my rolodex I ain't worried 'bout who is next I got a husband now, proud to say I stood the test Flesh was weak, but the spirit on super flex Was goin' under, but thank God he never failed to rescue My Jet Blue flew from the madness Shrewd with the dudes I would usually magnet Refused the boos threw the ghosts in the casket Mourned over sin, now got comfort and laughin I've overcome, so raise your glass Join me, pour your tears on the concrete slab Nights turn to day, the LORD makes us glad Celebrate the escape that you made from your past Celebrate, pop your bottle Go full throttle Don't stop now no Give God praise Celebrate, pop your bottle Go full throttle Don't stop now no Give God praise Uh, and I'm glad you asked I'm feelin' glad like I passed the class Or light, like I passed the fast Thank God I made it past the past So homie, could you pass the glass? Ah 'Cause His plan was better than mine And it all had got better in time But I'd be lyin' if I said everything's fine But ultimately made it better for my rhymes Reality is, ain't too many stories like mine I celebrate that I'm even in my right mind I remember losing more people in a one year span Than a lotta folks will lose in a lifetime But, I can see clearly when the rain goes I guess it made sense for me to change clothes God had me covered, and covered at every angle Thought it was a wrap 'til He sent another Angel Celebrate, pop your bottle Go full throttle Don't stop now no Give God praise Celebrate, pop your bottle Go full throttle Don't stop now Give God praise Toast, bottles in the air His name bein' hallowed up in here They think we drunk, Spirit got us waddlin' in here And we ain't got a sorrow, not a care Plus, bowtie with the tux No prize, low eyes, get 'em up See what He's done, the reason we've won Come get a plate, the seasoning's mwah so good And the evening's young And the scenery's fun It's real here, no cast away He come to change your name like Cassius Clay And know, if we pass over, you won't pass away Though we livin' in the last of days Praise, there's a reason to celebrate He put our tears in bottles that'll never break Celebrate, pop your bottle Go full throttle Don't stop now no Give God praise Celebrate, pop your bottle Go full throttle Don't stop now no Give God praise Celebrate, pop your bottle Go full throttle Don't stop now Give God praise Celebrate, pop your bottle Go full throttle Don't stop now Give God praise