Текст песни
Heavenly Pops
Supreme Kid
The Dove
The Supreme Kid ghostwriting, grabbing bodies
Perfect Love
Come close
It's good to finally meet you
I see you wear heavy bags under your eyebrows
Weighty past
Heavy hourglass pulling pull down, I get it
Life can be a boxer's towel
Bloody and foul until our final hour
But my Father's got a crib, right here
It's for the people
If you adopted on the squad
My point be like a free throw
I'd like to introduce
My man's got no equal
Seek and you will find
cnd in finding you'll find the foundation of Christ is peaceful
(No hay vehículo como Cristo)
I found a ghostwriter
Rewriting my spirit's sequel
I'd like to introduce
The Dove got no equal
He ain't centered in man
The steeple's laid low
To point us to His doorposts
The cross, crisscrossed
Reconstructed to a death throne
Jesus hung like a criminal
Death row was His life goal
Bucket list to dish to these adopted kids
Bucket loads of life flow
That's the real God-mode, yah
So Jehovah's my brag
Can't stand to spill my ink flow
If I don't pen Him
I'm suboptimal
With no chances for reload
Think though, don't blink
New creations in the sacred
Gotta sink low
Puddles of ink drowning
Writers in their egos
That's a slow death to pride
Dying in your own navel-gazing keyholes
The red-collar work of Christ
My ticket home
Red line, baby
His sacred line saved me
I'm still seeing red
Until I see the One that made me
(Face to face)
Who we go to boast but Christ?