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Marshall William Camp
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marshall William Camp
Composer
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Bass Heavy
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Lyrics
I feel like a million people runnin' just to hide from me
But when they see me doing good they wanna ride with me
It's too much weight on my shoulders
Go head and fly with me
I wanna see you praisin' God on the side of me
A high for me
Get down down down down
(yea)
Oh I feel like singin'
(come on)
Oh I feel like dancin'
Move my feet I feel like praisin'
(You know I wanna get)
Down down
Down down
Oh I feel cruisin'
Dust my feet and keep it movin'
And won't you sing a little high for me
A little high for me
No don't play
Keep a serious look on your face
That mysterious walk this way
Them shoes worth every penny you paid
Even good souls get worn down, now
Don't put on that frown, now
Too high to touch the ground, now
Oh I feel like singin'
I feel like singin' a little
I feel like dancin' a little
I feel like movin' a little
Listen
Accessory to murder, they hung a man who was sinless
Time for my confession
Apart me thinks I did it
My old ways are sickenin'
Some of the new mimic the old
But I get convicted
And turn to God for forgiveness
Get the witnesses
They'll all tell you I stand guilty
Joy inside my bones
My Jesus done stayed with me
The rest was throwin' stones
He saved me and took the beatin' alone
I said "no"
He promised to make peace for my soul
All I know
When I preach the Spirit lead me to sow
I speak a lot and never do what I'm told
Call it bold, call it pride
I pray it dies when I grow
Look to Jesus
He's the blessing I hold
In all seriousness
No don't play
Keep a serious look on your face
That mysterious walk this way
Them shoes worth every penny you paid
Even good souls get worn down, now
Don't put on that frown, now
Too high to touch the ground, now
Oh I feel like singin'
Oh I feel like singin'
Oh I feel like dancin'
Move my feet I feel like praisin'
You know I wanna get
Down down
Down down
Oh I feel cruisin'
Dust my feet and keep it movin'
If you don't have joy
Then what do you have?
No don't play
Keep a serious look on your face
That mysterious walk this way
Them shoes worth every penny you paid
Even good souls get worn down, now
Don't put on that frown, now
Too high to touch the ground, now
Oh I feel like singin'
Written by: Marshall William Camp