isaiah brookes my sword (feat. akoye) şarkı sözleri

Just know that I'm creepin', I'm clutchin' this tech Did I mention, the Bible my sword? On the way to the glory, I'm seeking His presence I'm lifting my hands to the Lord Readin' in Matthew, I'm in chapter four Fasting and prayin', we goin' to war Sittin' in class, I'm unfocused I don't understand half the things that they put on the board Just know that I Just know that I'm creepin', I'm clutchin' this tech Did I mention, the Bible my sword? On the way to the glory, I'm seeking His presence I'm lifting my hands to the Lord Readin' in Matthew, I'm in chapter four Fasting and prayin', we goin' to war Sittin' in class, I'm unfocused I don't understand half the things that they put on the board Man, I'm fighting control Trynna do me, but I really don't know Man, I'm so sick, just wan' follow your flow Flow of the Spirit God, can you help me? I know that you hearin' But I don't listen, Lord, keep on convictin' Feel overwhelmed, I'm like, "Father, just listen" But I keep cuttin' you off, I need stillness (ah) "Lord, give me childlike faith, not childlike ways" Run so fast, worry 'bout the next day Matthew 6 34, enough trouble today Know we not promised tomorrow We out here worried 'bout all of the commas Devil be creepin', you see all the drama Grabbin' my Bible cause that is my llama Grabbin' my (ah) Grabbin' my Bible cause that is my llama I'm runnin' so fast, I'm forgettin' to pause it Watchin' the clock, so the time keep on tocking (talking) ESV NLT NIV I just need me an AMP Clip even hold that KJV Guard on my mouth, only speakin' that heat (look) The Bible on me cause I stay with the heat They just be talkin', they just want the chatter They hatin' on me cause I keep gettin' better and better Lookin' at me, so, whatever I do not care about the devil He trynna get buried I'm 'bout to go grab a shovel They just be sayin', "I don't even get it" Run up the money, you know I'm gon' spend it Look I had to stay in my word I felt like the man, I'ma go put Him first They talkin' bout me Talk bout me, put his head in the dirt I do not care 'bout the money you got I do not care 'bout the paper you chasin' I do not care 'bout the woman you racin' Ballin' so hard, man, I feel like a Pacer Dang, okay Actually, I feel like a Laker or somethin' Kobe Bryant, I'ma shoot the three, I might go on ball for a layup or somethin' They trynna tell me to sin, I said, "no" Ballin' so hard, man, I stay on the road I do not care about a sin, get gone Follow my King 'till He call me home Just know that I'm creepin', I'm clutchin' this tech Did I mention, the Bible my sword? On the way to the glory, I'm seeking His presence I'm lifting my hands to the Lord Readin' in Matthew, I'm in chapter four Fasting and prayin', we goin' to war Sittin' in class, I'm unfocused I don't understand half the things that they put on the board (ah)
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