| I work, and I press
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| And I do everything I can just trying to give these folks my best
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| I sweat, and I grind
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| I used to try but learned that I can’t please these people all the time
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| So I work, and I press
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| And I do everything I can just trying to give these folks my best
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| And I sweat and I grind
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| I used to try but learned that I can’t please these people all the time
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| Hey, what’s happening homie
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| Hey, hey, what it do mane
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| Don’t know 'bout you but I’m working
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| Trying to keep pressing mane
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| In life, with rhymes
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| I fight with people pleasing
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| That’s trife, this time
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| I’m fighting to please Jesus
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| I’m done with it dog
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| All the lying and masquerading
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| The fronting and the faking
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| I hate it, life feels so vacant
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| I used to let 'em make it
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| Even if it got blatant
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| No matter how flagrant, I’d let it slide like stealing bases
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| But now I finally get it
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| So I ain’t ever quitting
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| I can’t be passive, inactive like players that’s been injured
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| Far from it
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| Been hurt, been even knocked off my feet
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| But I’m in Christ, and I want life like it’s suppose to be
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| When I ain’t know, who I was
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| Everyday I wasted life
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| Pagan days of people pleasing cause I wasn’t chasing Christ
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| Worried 'bout the he say she say
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| I’d repeat it like a replay
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| I was chasing their approval like a runner in a relay (GO)
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| I was believing that if I got it
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| No-doubt it’d be all good
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| But even if I got it
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| Somehow it would fall through
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| I tried to keep standing
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| Living by a weak standard
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| Believing even Jesus received me based on my weak merits
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| Lies from the pit, lies I won’t forget
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| Lies that ruin lives and keep you blind to who you is
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| Sinner saved by grace, through faith for Jesus sake
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| So what you have count as loss as we press to see His face
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| Every Christians on the track
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| But are we focused like a scope
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| Or are we racing never pacing
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| Are we running to the goal
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| Upward (upward) calling (calling)
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| Full in (full in) knowledge (knowledge)
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| Nothing hollow
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| Like the lotto
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| True rewards
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| From God the Father
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| Well we should be
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| No matter what they say, or even throw at us
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| Keep rolling up, and pressing in
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| And showing folks you rest in Him
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| See when it’s, all said and done, I wanna, be true to Christ
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| I wanna, see fruit that’s proof to know it’s true to life
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| So look to Him, give up everything to make it to Him
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| To know Him fully
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| Becoming holy as you pursue Him
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| To all my saints, who know they saved
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| But know there’s more to gain
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| Keep pressing till the end when we will see Him face to face |