Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song This Much, artist - Şevin. Album song I'll Wait, in the genre Date of issue: 04.12.2015
Record label: hog mob muzik
Song language: English
This Much |
| There’s no describing this feeling |
| We try but we fail |
| I’m feeling fine, and I’m still tryna get used to it |
| All of the abuse I’ve been through, guess I’m just new to it |
| Blessed joy kept your boy from losing it |
| How could death bring life? |
| I was confused by the crucifix |
| But the truth of it’s a beauty, unusual, its ludicrous you took nails through |
| the wrist for the ones where Judas sits |
| They don’t like when I pray, they say that you a myth |
| But despite what they say, I know that you exist |
| You faced death as a martyr, but tell me who is this: who can place a net in |
| the water and never lose a fish? |
| You came back from the grave wrapped in newer gliss, it only took 3 days, Lord, |
| but you were missed |
| I’m saved so my grave closed; |
| I could trade those for a ring fit for a king and |
| some great robes |
| Through the Son it’s all paid for, what I need to get paid for? |
| I’ll give it all to you just help me save souls |
| I never knew your love could change me this much |
| I was ready to give up but, Lord I found strength in your touch |
| And the life you gave you gave it for us (Yes you did) |
| Them dirty clothes are worn, I’m hanging them up, and I will never put em back |
| on |
| (Donté) |
| What made you take that old worldly cross (and) give your life for me? |
| Nails penetrating veins, leaking blood for me |
| Emotional cuz nobody would take a bullet for me |
| I look back to see my closest peep done turned on me |
| So I surrender what is it that you would ask of me? |
| Could have been rich for selling, caine ain’t do a thing for me |
| But create greed through the eyes of my closest homies |
| And had them plotting a scheme and to pull a lick on me |
| Documentations stated evidence, they are straight phony |
| But I released them from they debt, don’t owe a dime to me |
| Cuz everything I needed from em you done, done for me |
| Hung high, stretched wide, like you my big homie |
| So take this and with this Father do what you please |
| I learn more about success from down here on my knees |
| Laying hands on the sick, rebuking disease |
| Now I disciple ex-prostitutes, killers, and thieves |