Lyrics Gotta Go - Dru Bex, Wande, Jeremy Rodney-Hall

Gotta Go

Yeah look at my bros look at my face
Some of us know we living by grace
Look at my pose look at my stance
I’m ready for the whirlwind this isn’t by chance
Devil throw us over Devil got plans
But all I really know is I’m in God’s hands
Still I gotta fight throw up those hands
While you was on the gram showing off bands
I was on the grind learning how to fight
Other enemies roaming in the night
They want take the wave leave me all dry
But they are not flesh let’s get it right
Demons on staff left to the right
They always on task especially at night
I was on path but then they arrived
I was headed up with the best of my flight look
Don’t get thinking you can judge me
Don’t be looking at me strange
If you ain’t praying for me don’t care what you say
Got no time to play, I got places to go
Gotta level up, can’t stay here no more
Gotta go, gotta go, can’t stay here I gotta go
Stuck in a rut but I gotta go
Keep on moving gotta go, gotta go, gotta go
Can’t stay here I gotta go
Stuck in a rut but I gotta go
Keep on moving gotta go
Gotta go
I fight a battle like Alamo
Shout out to Texas and Mexico, I find it kind of mechanical
I do a sin and repent then I sin and repent again
I know I should drop to my knees
I know I should call up a friend
(Dial tone & ringing)
I make the call around 10 call up my brother AZ
And tell him it started again
He tells me I gotta win, think of my beautiful family
Don’t lose it all cause of sin, don’t let your home be a casualty
Don’t be looking at me strange
If you ain’t praying for me, don’t care what you say
Got no time to play I got places to go
Gotta level up can’t stay here no more
Gotta go, gotta go, can’t stay here I gotta go
Stuck in a rut but I gotta go
Keep on moving gotta go, gotta go, gotta go
Can’t stay here I gotta go
Stuck in a rut but I gotta go
Keep on moving gotta go
No-no-no-no-no, gotta go now
No-no-no-no-no, gotta go now
No-no-no-no-no, gotta go now
No-no-no-no-no, gotta go now
Gotta go adios, vamanos amigos
No I can’t stay in this place, uhhh
Homie there’s levels I can’t mess with devils
You messy then get out my face, uhhh
Really I pick up on cues yeah don’t gotta sin
Gotta choose yeah
Devil he love to accuse yeah
Gotta be swift with the moves yeah
Higher things on my mind-mind
Sin be looking so fine hold up
Switch it up don’t got time-time
I ain’t crossing that line hold up
I leveled up yeah I faced that
I never whine like I graped that
I hit a swerve never taste that
Look at that grace I’ma take that