Lyrics Brag on My Lord - Trip Lee

Brag on My Lord

Can I brag on my Lord?
Go and brag on him, Trip
Can I brag on my Lord?
Go and brag on him, Trip
Can I brag on my Lord?
Go and brag on him, Trip
Let me brag on my Lord
Yeah he’s hotter than fires, we roll with the flyest
He touch me and I change kinda like he’s King Midas
He rolled me three-hundred way before a Leonidas
He holds me down, I call him Your Highness … get it?
I heard other faith groups talkin' ‘bout they were the lightest
But the Father’s portioned to Christ, he’s got a bias
He never does it quite the way we think, he’s got surprises
Our eyes is focused on him so we fired up and we wired
He took us out the dirt, grimy muck in the mire
Addicted to his grace, man I call him my supplier
Then we call him Most High cause ain’t nobody higher
King Jesus, we not sleepin' on him, all nighter
No he’s not Elijah, greater than Jeremiah
He’s the best, hear the crowd screaming from the risers
Been workin' for eternity but never been hired
He’s on his Brett Favre, you can’t make him retire
(Brag on him) I’m still goin', can’t quiet us
The Light of the World, nobody’s brighter, I try to
Emulate his walk, I ain’t original I strive to
Copy his style, I aspire to be a biter
You can’t make us turn on him for prizes and bribe us
Check his power mayne, from his love you can’t pry us
Not even with pliers, so please don’t even try to
If loving him’s a crime, then indict us (I gotta brag)
Can I brag on my Lord?
Go and brag on him, Trip
Can I brag on my Lord?
Go and brag on him, Trip
Can I brag on my Lord?
Go and brag on him, Trip
Let me brag on my Lord
Brag on …
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Brag-brag on my Lord (Go and brag on him, Trip)
Go and brag on him, Trip
Go and brag on him, Trip
Go and brag on him, Trip