MistieJuly - Psalms Lyrics

Take me through
Take me through
Take me through
Please, Jesus

Take me through
Ooh, yeah
Take me through
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Take me through
Your digits ain't expensive
You ain't boxing with the God
I've been fighting for so long

Carpel tunnel in my palms
Rapping songs for you niggas
I'm giving you what you want
Get inspired by the Messiah

The choir say, oh, Lord
Never liked the pastor
Like Banshee, that took my money
Always seen the jeffery somehow

I thought it was funny
Raving ties to the sky
I'm fly like jimmy
Lumen, bitch

Pinning scriptures
Painting vivid pictures
Yahweh as my witness
Dawg, I feel alive

This that ride or die
Split that homicide
That Mr. Clean
Make you twist your face up like green Listerine

You listening to the illest villain
Daniel, rest in peace
Silver cube around my neck
Shining like a halo ring

I lay with a goddess
We on demon time, feeling too divine
I pick the fruit
Sweet like clementine

Stroke right off the vine
She give me life
I feel revived
Ghost her on the third

Ain't no Jesus Christ
Angels watching over me
We spread your light
We are not the same

I'm on a higher plane of consciousness
I do not complain about the labels lacking sponsorship
I just spit these hymns and stack my chips to the apocalypse
I do not complain about the labels lacking sponsorship

From a place where you don't
Go to school
You don't make change
You ain't doing much

Grandma used to show a lot of love
Then I dropped out and I ain't see her much
Lost one a couple years ago
I know she looking down and she proud of us

I got brothers that are proud of us
I got a choice and a lot of love
The tris and the sprite is a sip slow suicide
Doctor said to take one

I think I'm popping three tonight
I know I ain't living right
Papa would be mortified
But you know mama always choose my vices over good advice

My girl wants me to stay alive
Don't know what her incentive is
She gives me her love and time and I just give her expletives
Lot of bitch synonyms and backhands like Williams twins

Mama told me talk to God
I guess he wasn't listening
Whole ocean of holy water couldn't wash the sentiment
It's a mess

I'm swimming in hard to swallow like cinnamon
People scared to live their truth but I'm rapping and singing it
I ain't got no shame
I guess I can't get too much worse than this

If I'm ever sentenced I know I won't be visited
I just be another stupid nigga in the system
If a judge decides to give me life then I'm a quickly finish it
They'll say thank God she died and he'll reply don't mention it

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