Lyrics
I been workin' on a name, not for me, but for the King
From the orange groves to stages, still I only ever sing
For the One who got me breathin', who been leadin' every lane
Ain't no fame that ever matter if it ain't lift up His name
Yeah, I been workin' on a name (yeah),
Workin' on a name (uh),
All the highs, all the lows,
Still I praise Him just the same
Yeah, I been workin' on a name
Came up choppin' through the brush, mud tires on a Ford
Sunday mornin' in the choir, Sunday night I thank the Lord
Got a Bible on the dash, and a wrench in my hand
Built my first V8 like I built my first band
Yeah, I fish in the dark, but I walk in the light
Used to race down dirt roads, now I'm takin' flights
Tatted up some scars but my soul stay clean
'Cause grace hit hard when you've seen what I seen
Florida born, yeah the swamp made me tough
But that church on the corner taught me never give up
I don't flex for the 'Gram, I don't chase no fame
I just stay in my lane and I pray through pain
I been workin' on a name, not for me, but for the King
From the orange groves to stages, still I only ever sing
For the One who got me breathin', who been leadin' every lane
Ain't no fame that ever matter if it ain't lift up His name
Yeah, I been workin' on a name (yeah),
Workin' on a name (uh),
All the highs, all the lows,
Still I praise Him just the same
Yeah, I been workin' on a name
Ain't all shine — I been broke, I been bruised
Had to learn how to win when it felt like I'd lose
Had some nights I was cryin' in a cheap motel
Sayin' "God, if You hear me, could You break this shell?"
Now I'm out here with a mic, but it feel like a sword
I ain't just makin' noise, man, I'm battlin' for the Lord
Every lyric, every rhyme — it's a seed I sow
Tryna plant His love where the wild things grow
Yeah, my boots stay muddy, but my spirit stay clean
And I don't need a chain when I got the King