| Look, I’m like ink so fresh I could smear it
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| Just signed my name, I already feel it
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| It’s like a bulls-eye on my head that I’m wearin'
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| But it’s not a Bulls snap-back cap that I’m talkin' 'bout
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| Walking out my faith, live from that New York City
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| Livin' where it ain’t pretty, Wash Heights
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| Where they puff haze, play music all night
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| That’s why your boy came, so we could show 'em Christ
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| Y’all don’t get it, I been saved, living for His things
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| Switched the name, used to go by C-Lite
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| But then I put it in the grave, 'cause I’m steppin' off stage
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| Still the same dude livin' what I say up on that mic
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| Cap and gown, graduated now, 23 and I’m in a new season
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| Wow this is crazy! |
| God is so amazing
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| He been using all that pain He allowed to shape me, Chiselin'
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| Every little thing of me that isn’t Him
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| And sin is still wacker than it’s ever been
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| Jesus coming back again, when he does all that
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| «I used to go church"stuff is irrelevant
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| Following Christ ain’t a one time event
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| It’s a lifestyle, not what you use for your girlfriend
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| So there it is hope y’all listening
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| Yeah the same mission but the team look different
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| Don’t believe the lie. |
| You’re living in a world that’s passing by
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| And all the pretty things that you thought were fly
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| You can’t take 'em with you when you die
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| Everybody sing, oh, Goodbye!
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| Everybody sing, oh, Goodbye!
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| Rap aficionado, from the 'Cuse where they move for Otto
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| But now out of my window, I can see the Apollo
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| I changed cities, still people remain hollow
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| Everybody Tweet, but they don’t know who to follow
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| Watch me kick it, Salvation minus Crucifixion,
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| You got a better chance at the Lotto with no ticket
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| It’s horrific, rhyme for Jesus but flow wicked
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| You hear the truth, but don’t wanna do it like those dishes
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| Newsflash, new trash in the media
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| All them old lies, watch what they feedin' ya
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| If it’s no good throw it up, like bulimia
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| If it’s no good throw it up, like graffiti huh
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| So think fast, Ramadan, Autobahn
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| Girlies wanna move fast tryna use they body wrong
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| They gettin' naughty but, you know it’s probably 'cause
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| They want male attention, 'cause they father gone
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| Don’t believe the lie. |
| You’re living in a world that’s passing by
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| And all the pretty things that you thought were fly
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| You can’t take 'em with you when you die
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| Everybody sing, oh, Goodbye!
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| Everybody sing, oh, Goodbye!
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| Say goodbye to the liar, say hello to the fire
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| Say peace in the storm gone, like it’s on tires
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| Thought you was a Don Juan so you co-conspire
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| With the evil empire, Evel Knievel, conniving people
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| Are putting commas in God’s word
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| Careful who you worship when you waving at concerts
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| My finger’s on the detonator like I’m playin' Sega
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| See ya later to the hater of love
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| I made this statement because I’m sick of
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| Being in your daily with that hatred and lust
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| I got kids, and they got ears and they be opening up
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| To bright ideas, when you feed 'em bull
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| I feed 'em truth, 'cause I understand speakers are tools
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| Either a key or a noose. |
| Either get you out or get you through
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| But it all depends on what you’re get into
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| See that gettin' is forbidden if you get into that fruit man
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| Get up in them Scriptures so they get into that loop fam Salute.
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| Don’t believe the lie. |
| You’re living in a world that’s passing by
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| And all the pretty things that you thought were fly
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| You can’t take 'em with you when you die
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| Everybody say, oh, Goodbye!
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| Everybody say, oh, Goodbye!
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| Goodbye, Good-ggoodbye, Oh! |
| Goodbye! |