Lyrics Grace - Jacob Banks

Grace

Ain’t no going too far, ain’t no getting too close
Ain’t no rule I won’t break to bring my lover back home
You better bring the police, you better call your pastor
You better come with your guard, you better bring your armada
Cause I don’t wanna fall far from grace, far from grace
I’m the cool of the storm, I’m the calm of the thunder
You better ring the alarm, you better run for cover
Have my yellow brick road, I have one in the chamber
When it’s all said and done, I’ll be back for more
Don’t wanna fall far from grace, far from grace
See, I don’t wanna fall far from grace, far from grace
I want you to love me like you mean it
It’s taken everything I have to be
I want you to love me like you mean it
It’s taken everything I have to be
I don’t wanna fall far from
I don’t wanna fall, don’t wanna fall
Fall apart, fall apart