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J Whit - Lost Son Lyrics



J Whit - Lost Son Lyrics
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Something's are worth sacrificing I know it,
This my one shot and I promise I won't blow it
Calculated hits, that's why they call me Floyd
Found comfort in my God, now I'm poised
I don't care for worldly things I block out all the noise
Once was Lost, now I'm found by his voice
Yeen gotta live that way you'll always have a choice
I'm still a lil damaged but thank God I'm not destroyed
Was a hole in my chest, God filled the void
Anything that bring me stress, I avoid
Give me the ball and ima score it
We the winning team, come and join
Look at your life and thank bout what you gotta sacrifice for
Let go your old ways, let God bring you new things and more
Anything worth having, is worth, bleeding on the floor
Ima Christian and I just went copped some Christian Dior
Im not convicted over wearing all my nice things
I like to look nice gang
Came from playing dice games
Small city, big vision, these ain't pipe dreams
No they God tings, I got the kingdom keys
I died on the Altar
It's no longer me
It's no longer me
I was a lost son
All this weight piled on me weighing a ton
Like TLC was known to creep life was all lust
Thankful God don't keep receipts from what I once was
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Something's are worth sacrificing I know it,
This my one shot and I promise I won't blow it
Calculated hits, that's why they call me Floyd
Found comfort in my God, now I'm poised
I don't care for worldly things I block out all the noise
Once was Lost, now I'm found by his voice
Yeen gotta live that way you'll always have a choice
I'm still a lil damaged but thank God I'm not destroyed
Was a hole in my chest, God filled the void
Anything that bring me stress, I avoid
Give me the ball and ima score it
We the winning team, come and join
Look at your life and thank bout what you gotta sacrifice for
Let go your old ways, let God bring you new things and more
Anything worth having, is worth, bleeding on the floor
Ima Christian and I just went copped some Christian Dior
Im not convicted over wearing all my nice things
I like to look nice gang
Came from playing dice games
Small city, big vision, these ain't pipe dreams
No they God tings, I got the kingdom keys
I died on the Altar
It's no longer me
It's no longer me
I was a lost son
All this weight piled on me weighing a ton
Like TLC was known to creep life was all lust
Thankful God don't keep receipts from what I once was
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Writer: Jordan Whitfield
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Performed By: J Whit
Language: English
Length: 3:49
Written by: Jordan Whitfield
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