God, I'm Running from my problems and I hate it Feels like I'm always stuck inside a situation
I'm trying to make it out alive I wanna make it God at the end you always make things always make sense
I'm trying to make it out alive I wanna make it Don't want a title or a name I wanna praise Him
All these things I'm dealing with I know You fix it
I know You fix it
Satan you ain't got no control on me It feel like you tryna pull me back of my dreams Yeah but you ain't got no hold on me I'm on God's wings
Oh my God got too many armies to let you win God I'm Running from my problems and I hate it Feel like I'm always stuck inside a situation
I'm tryna make it out alive I wanna make it God at the end you always make things always make sense
Oh my God got too many armies to let you win Oh my God got too many armies to let you win