More of You

You, more of You

I need more of You

Let’s go

I need more of You

I’m undone when I walk in the door to You

You been speakin’ I’m done with ignoring You

Lord, I’m ready to step in the war with You

It’s some people You told me to pour into

Like why does my mind try to border You?

Let me look at the veil that You tore in two

Who gon’ lead to freedom, it’s only You

I wake up at seven and scroll ’til eleven

When I know I should be adoring You

I look back and repent I can't worship no idols

Then walk in and kneel on the floor with You

I'm tryna live what I’m rappin' on

We on a team where we do what The Captain on

Be what I see I can't look up to Babylon

I'm tryna speak with my life when they babble on

He's so holy

Yeah, He comin' back gonna fall

Straight to our knees and we all finna crawl to the King

Finna praise Him like ain't no tomorrow

There ain't one

I lay down my life to The Great One

He stepped on the neck of the snake one

He gave me a glass of His love

I drank one

I need, I need some more, yeah (Of Jesus in my life ‘cause I can’t)

I need, I need some more, yeah (Of Jesus in my life ‘cause I can’t waiver—)

I need, I need some more, yeah (Of Jesus in my life ‘cause I can’t stop)

I need, I need some more, yeah

Hold on, uh

Need a couple more days by the pool

Need a place where I don't need a tool

More grace 'cause I stay breaking rules

Gold chains 'cause I can't afford jewels

I need more than handshakes, fake grins

I need more than pine-sol for my sins

I need more than just racks, where the M's at?

How you even get jacked, where your real friends at?

Need some more of people who don't just say that they love me

But when the time come they gon' actually show up

Not just texting to keep a connection

'Cause they got the message that I'm finna blow up

Kick me out, said I'm not really Christian 'cause I blow prescription

And I was like hold up, all that walking around like you flawless

Is making me nauseous in here finna throw up

All I see is the kids, with no demonstrations of grownups who actually grow up

Not pretending you're perfect, but maybe admittin' that really you actually tore-up

From the floor up, I don't need nothing back when I show love

Why you waitin' on blessings to come down

All you need is more praises to go up

You, more of You

I need some more

I need more of You

I need some more

I need some more