| Don’t give up
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| The Lord is on my side
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| Take my name in vain in Maine, that’s ill-advised
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| Lyrically, I’ll kill a guy
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| Speezus, I’m like Jesus, but I’m still alive
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| See me walking with the poor and the weak who I hope to heal
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| The word of God is how my vocals feel
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| So when I pull up in the city and they got their hands up with me
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| Got my tour van feeling like the popemobile
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| I think I seen the light
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| My mother, Mary, gave birth to me, I’m not leaving
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| Devil, not tonight
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| Even if I get crucified, might have to die for my teachings
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| But I’ll be resurrected when the headphones get connected
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| 'Cause my catalog is longer than the snake up in the Garden of Eden
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| The new testament is never getting deleted
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| Everybody bow your heads, let’s pray
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| Please Lord, give us more science
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| Please let us learn lessons, let us see blessings
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| Give us Heaven without dying (Please Lord, hallelujah!)
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| This is Heaven right here, that is what I teach
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| God and the Devil fighting inside you and me
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| While the choir sing along to the beat
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| I protect you till the end, Speezus in it, amen
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| Let me give you salvation, if you need it
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| Get the weak and weary, go and bring 'em near me, bring 'em all to Speezus
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| Even if they don’t get drunk, even if they don’t smoke trees
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| Even if they don’t do drugs, I’ma take 'em up high with me
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| Man, you know I built the ark out nothing, let me save us all
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| I make believers out of Mary, Joseph, David and Paul
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| We felt small at the giant wall thought we couldn’t make it
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| Godforsaken, built a ladder that was Jacob tall
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| You been in Heaven since birth, this miracle of Earth
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| Shit, it isn’t really that bad
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| I pull up like skrrt and they waiting in the church
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| Just to hear me for my 9 o’clock mass
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| My friends we made it!
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| From a peasant to a preacher, now a prophet
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| My friends we made it!
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| From the garbage to the garden with my gospel
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| If they doubted yours: 40 days, 40 nights, thru all the storms
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| Locusts came, all the swarms, savior came, Celtics hat, crown of thorns
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| And he said
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| Let me give you salvation, if you need it
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| Get the weak and weary, go and bring 'em near me, bring 'em all to Speezus
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| Even if they don’t get drunk, even if they don’t smoke tree
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| Even if they don’t do drugs, I’ma take 'em up high with me
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| Sometimes, I feel like I’m preaching to the choir
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| I spit another sermon
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| And all the same persons in the pews all said that it was fire
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| They said, «Preacher, can we get much higher?»
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| I told 'em, «Look my friends, I’m tired
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| 'Cause I been aiming for the canopy and sacrificing sanity»
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| Since it was fantasy, like Mariah
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| But I’m walking with this salvation Army
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| And they broke me off their holy bread like a church bagel, lift me up
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| I been baptized in fans' sweat at the merch table, hallelujah
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| But these psalms reach those converted — these 10,000
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| So everybody leave the church now and your work robes to tell your friends
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| about it
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| And let 'em know I’ll give 'em salvation, if you need it
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| Get the weak and weary, go and bring 'em near me, bring 'em all to Speezus
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| Even if they don’t get drunk, even if they don’t smoke tree
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| Even if they don’t do drugs, I’ma take 'em up high with me
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| Daddy, can I, can you give me, can I, can we listen???
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| Da da da da, piñata
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| Da da da da, piñata
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| Oh you wanna listen to «Piñata?»
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| There’s daddy!
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| There he is
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| Daddy, you have a big beard
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| Yeah, I do in that one, it’s kinda gross
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| Yeah
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| Where’s baby Ivy?
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| You wanna see you?
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| Yeah, baby Ivy
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| Ah, baby Ivy! |