| I’m looking down on the sky, soaring on out of the atmosphere
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| Let me educate you boy if you don’t know what’s happening here.
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| I’ve been riding in my lane ever since I let Him steer.
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| Leaving all my troubles I don’t plan on going back this year.
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| Cause that’s the only option, no matter what you tell me.
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| Keep Freddie out my dreams, no nightmare on Elm Street.
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| Couldn’t beat this kryptonite, I used to be a loser
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| Hooked on Lex Luthor, now I’m super-duper.
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| Lost up in community
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| Now we marvel at His glory, you can call us X-Men.
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| I’ve been called to duty, Christ made me a soldier.
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| Even if I don’t win it, He holds the controller.
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| We know (We know)
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| That you’re on our side
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| We go (Yea, yea)
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| Ain’t no limit to where we go (No, no)
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| If we let you have control (Yea)
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| Ain’t no limit (no limit) (Naw, naw)
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| No, no, no, no
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| Now I ain’t mystical, but I ain’t the same since state emergency
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| You can tell me you all you want, but sin no longer master me
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| I let the gospel super shock em, hopefully you feel me
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| Phinu got the hook up, holla if you hear me.
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| But I ain’t on that black-o, I’m no longer negro
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| Fighting everyday though, just like Cain and Abel
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| Cause Christ was true to me when your boy was dead wrong.
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| So I go hard for the body, get my Mr. Serve on.
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| Man I used to date the world, thought we was in love fo sho
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| Now she callin' me her ex, I don’t fool with her no more.
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| Truth up in my heart, I can live without it.
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| That’s just what I’m on; |
| call me
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| We know (We know)
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| That you’re on our side
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| We go (Yea, yea)
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| Ain’t no limit to where we go (No, no)
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| If we let you have control (Yea)
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| Ain’t no limit (no limit) (Naw, naw)
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| No, no, no, no
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| There’s no limit for me now.
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| Feels like I’m flying
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| And it don’t feel like I’m lowing down.
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| Cause I believe You hold me up
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| You’ve got it all planned out.
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| You’re the controller-troller
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| And once you’ve found me
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| No one can ever take me
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| I ain’t gotta worry bout a thang, you still got the reigns.
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| Hit the target every time, we know nothing’s out your range.
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| And even though them haters wanna block us like Mutombo
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| We keep fighting, claws scratchin', guarantee we ain’t gon' run though.
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| And you can keep your box, I put my faith in the ruler
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| See chains are for slaves, boy my name ain’t Kunta (No)
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| No more working on this plantation, my emancipation is true.
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| Keep on livin' free and keep this Gospel in my roots
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| And yea they talkin': blah, blah, blah, they yappin' ain’t a factor
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| Cause our faith is in Christ, He got our back like chiropractors.
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| All that hatin' gotta moonwalk and they movin' but it’s backwards.
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| Cause God protects His children, He won’t lead us to disaster.
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| We know (We know)
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| That you’re on our side
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| We go (Yea, yea)
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| Ain’t no limit to where we go (No, no)
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| If we let you have control (Yea)
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| Ain’t no limit (no limit) (Naw, naw)
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| No, no, no, no |