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Fighting all my demons light gleaming when it hits the sword
God gave me gifts I cannot risk to ignore All I've lost, I've watched it all be restored
I told that devil, don't lose a hand, touching what's not yours
Do it for my dad, I'm in my bag and I'm counting Blood money got me dripping like a fountain
Christ on the books, you know that's my accountant And the check is always good, it's never bouncing
Do it for my dad, I'm in my bag and I'm counting Blood money got me dripping like a fountain
Christ on the books, you know that's my accountant And the check is always good, it's never bouncing
Pick up the bag, we gotta eat Keep it a G, God high key, demons under my feet
Lift up the mask, let everyone see You been set free, no drugs, no weed, your souls redeemed
God holds it all together, we take place, he reigns forever
I ain't even bring umbrellas, I don't care about the weather
Verses speak whenever, pages flyin' like some feathers His love is never measured, let's search for the better
Do it for my dad, I'm in my bag and I'm counting Blood money got me dripping like a fountain
Christ on the books, you know that's my accountant And the check is always good, it's never bouncing
Do it for my dad, I'm in my bag and I'm counting Blood money got me dripping like a fountain
Christ on the books, you know that's my accountant And the check is always good, it's never bouncing
Conversations with the man in the mirror So he can see it clear and live without fear
All the pain endured throughout the last few years Rinsed my soul in tears, cause I know the end is near
I speak to angels, they tell me be bolder The weight of it all will crush my shoulders
Keep my head up, fight for this culture Tell myself it isn't over, tried to get high
Only felt lower, now I know why, it's best to stay sober Spin your wheels and choke out your motor
Build up your boat, get like Noah
Do it for my dad, I'm in my bag and I'm counting Blood money got me dripping like a fountain
Christ on the books, you know that's my accountant And the check is always good, it's never bouncing
Do it for my dad, I'm in my bag and I'm counting Blood money got me dripping like a fountain
Christ on the books, you know that's my accountant And the check is always good, it's never bouncing