| So I’m walkin' on water
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| So I’m walkin' on water
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| So I’m walkin' on water
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| So I’m walkin' on water
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| Yeah, go ‘head, ask me how I do it, bruh
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| The sky falling, but I’m still flyin' through-and-through
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| Hey this ain’t willpower, it’s wheel power
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| With God at the wheel, now that’s some real power
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| I feel power, so I’ma trust that
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| That’s how I persevere, that’s how I jump back
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| Yeah, the hurricanes never go away
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| So I’ma stand firm, tell ‘em I don’t blow away
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| I bet’cha never see me with my head hung low
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| I bet’cha never see me with my eyes to the floor
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| I bet the boys can’t hold me back no more
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| Ain’t no lookin' back, letting everything go
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| When I see a problem, when it get tough
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| I don’t get soft, man, I ain’t givin' up
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| There’s no turnin' back, man, I will stay strong
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| It’s time to go hard or it’s time to go home
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| So I’m walkin' on water, hey
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| So I’m walkin' on water, hey
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| So I’m walkin' on water, hey
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| So I’m walkin' on water, hey
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| I know it’s all good, when it’s all bad
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| There’s somethin' workin' in me, hey what ya call that?
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| Some call it perseverance, some people say endurance
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| But I know for sure it, it’s got me so secure
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| Yeah, I got faith, that’s why I hold on
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| ‘Cause I’m an alien, I’m ‘bout to phone home
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| I’ll be long gone, see you hard times
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| Hello joy, love, peace and a sound mind
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| I bet’cha never see me with my head hung low
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| I bet’cha never see me with my eyes to the floor
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| I bet the boys can’t hold me back no more
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| Ain’t no lookin' back, letting everything go
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| When I see a problem, when it get tough
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| I don’t get soft, man, I ain’t givin' up
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| There’s no turnin' back, man, I will stay strong
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| It’s time to go hard or it’s time to go home
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| So I’m walkin' on water, hey
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| So I’m walkin' on water, hey
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| So I’m walkin' on water, hey
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| So I’m walkin' on water, hey
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| I spit the Word any time you hear ya boy flowin'
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| So please plagiarize me, take my word for it
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| Hey I’m Lecrae, but you can call me «Crayola»
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| Not because I’m in the kitchen whippin' up the soda
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| But because I’m here to paint a vivid picture for ya
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| I know the truth’s hittin' by the way I pitch it for ya
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| You’re fightin' for attention, I’ve got the riddlin'
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| I’ve got the hope, boy, I’m the middle-man
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| Let me show you my Supplier, yeah you need to know him (Christ)
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| He got me walking on the water when the wind’s blowin'
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| And when the storm’s brewin', and when the tide’s high
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| That’s when I lean into the truth that I abide by
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| I bet’cha never see me with my head hung low
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| I bet’cha never see me with my eyes to the floor
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| I bet the boys can’t hold me back no more
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| Ain’t no lookin' back, letting everything go
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| When I see a problem, when it get tough
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| I don’t get soft, man, I ain’t givin' up
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| There’s no turnin' back, man, I will stay strong
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| It’s time to go hard or it’s time to go home
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| So I’m walkin' on water, hey
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| So I’m walkin' on water, hey
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| So I’m walkin' on water, hey
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| So I’m walkin' on water, hey |