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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bizzle
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mark Felder
Songwriter
Lyrics
Uh
Man, it feels like the struggle's
Realer than it's ever been
We still in it, though
(C-Life on the beat, boy)
Right? Yeah
I just wanna spend time with Him (Ayy)
Not pray like I'm waiting to get up
I just wanna get it in one time without a mind drift
Mind flip like a light switch, uh
I wanna pray through the crisis, uh
Next thought breaks into violence
Get away, figured I can pray in the quiet
My mind just goes ape when it's silence, uh
I just wanna do right
But I slip more than a few times
I can't, I was hoping You might
Help me get it righteous in due time
I don't wanna live how the blind do (Huh)
Walk right by You into the bayou
Lie like I tried to find You, but let me hit a quick lick
And if I don't get rich, I'll try You (Ayy)
We owe You more than a play (Yeah)
You close 'til we know that we gon' get away
With the bag, you rolled in dough, you going astray
But it's sad, it's only when you broke and you pray (Yeah)
Knowing it's true
I'd rather be broken in two if that'd get me closer to You
Then front like I'm whole when I know it's a hole in my soul
You the only one know what to do with it
Holy and true (Yeah)
To You be the glory, I study You like a historian do (Yeah)
I'm a warrior with a sword
That can turn an enemy of yours into freaking warrior food (Yeah)
God Over Money the movement
You blackball who? I smack your blackball with a pool stick
We too sick, we already know who truth is
We can't fold to the dark-side, we too lit
Bizzle, yeah!
I submit it all to You, God, I've been in my mind all day (All day)
Couldn't go to sleep last night (Last night, yeah)
I just need to see Your face (See Your face)
Maybe I can get back right
So, dear Lord, fill up my cup (I submit it all to You, God)
So, dear Lord, fill up my cup (I submit it all to You, God)
So, dear Lord, fill up my cup (I submit it all to You, God)
So, dear Lord, fill up my cup (I submit it all to You, God, uh)
I'ma keep on praying (Yeah)
Whole truth, nothing but the truth, I'ma keep on saying
Finna ride the beat like Debo on that bike that squeak though
When that prayer ignite, it's like a cheat code, ain't it? (Yeah)
No petrol, just diesel banging
Out the shack, you would think the number 3-4 playing (Ayy)
West Coast to the East Coast beast-mode
On the beats, each flow make the King more famous (Ayy)
Speak to the mountain, watch obstacles moving
If you give your life to God, watch what He do wit' it
Christ is the ruler, now I am a shooter
Shoot prayer through the roof like duu-duu-duu-duu with it
Go ahead and make your request known
Whatever your dress code, you're wearing the best coach (Yeah)
You're covered in the Blood of the one who bled for
The sins of the world, voted the most slept on (Yeah, yeah)
We are ready for Heaven, you ready? Then let's go (Ayy)
Yeshua better than whatever you won't let go
Devil tryna set us up, whatever, we blessed though
And if I fail, it'll be for telling them, "Heck no" (Yeah)
Struggle I might, though, but I stay tied to the light pole
The body with me, I don't play iso (Nope)
I might fall, but I'm cool 'cause I know (Yes)
That Christ rules, so I'm righteous in His sight, though
Bizzle, yeah!
I submit it all to You, God, I've been in my mind all day (All day)
Couldn't go to sleep last night (Last night, yeah)
I just need to see Your face (See Your face)
Maybe I can get back right
So, dear Lord, fill up my cup (I submit it all to You, God)
So, dear Lord, fill up my cup (I submit it all to You, God)
So, dear Lord, fill up my cup (I submit it all to You, God)
So, dear Lord, fill up my cup (I submit it all to You, God)
Written by: Mark Felder