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Trip Lee - Glory (Official Audio)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trip Lee
Trip Lee
Performer
Merkell Williams
Merkell Williams
Vocals
Jordan Dollar
Jordan Dollar
Vocals
Akyra Martin
Akyra Martin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Barefield
William Barefield
Composer
Fred Hammond
Fred Hammond
Composer
Merkell Williams
Merkell Williams
Arranger
Jordan Dollar
Jordan Dollar
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trip Lee
Trip Lee
Engineer
Clark Lacossade
Clark Lacossade
Engineer
Connor Back
Connor Back
Mixing Engineer
Jacob “Biz” Morris
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Glory to glory, glory Glory to glory, glory Glory to glory to God Yessir Each morning, way before I hear the clock Start going off, I know just what I got New mercies every day, it's like my watch Clockwork, clockwork, automatic like a bot I feel like I'm getting trolled by the truth And getting stalked by the strobe, light beam shoot No escaping what He do, I been in His inner circle Father keep me in the loop, in the loop Here's my headline, go on and print it, our glory got ceiling limits Other glory's comical, them commas go, my sentence ended I was such a menace, lived like all my records Guinness But He ain't raise my debt limit, He just wrote that check, get it? Glory to glory, glory (give it up) Glory to glory, glory (not to us) Glory to glory, glory (lift Him up) Glory to the King, glory to the King Glory to glory, glory (give it up) Glory to glory, glory (not to us) Glory to the King, glory to the King Yeah, I won't bow down and praise any other name Not to us, Lord, not to us How could we be puffed up? You made us out the dust All them shiny diamonds that they got will rust If you ain't hung the sun up, we should probably hush I just want Him glorified, I just lift His glory high He left as the champ, but He's coming back without the 45 If I served my glory more, I would be mortified He's more than fly, this glory's way too bright for mortal eyes His character's been playing perfect on a loop Run it back, run it back, and each year, He really do He parades through the town in His holy glory suit Showing the weight and renown to Him all the glory's due, ay Pomp and circumstance, ain't He dope? Take a glance Gave me hope, gave me chance after chance in advance Gave me life, now I prance in His light, lifting hands Sampled Fred, going ham, hit a dance You might catch me saying Glory to glory, glory (give it up) Glory to glory, glory (not to us) Glory to glory, glory (lift him up) Glory to the King, glory to the King Glory to glory, glory (give it up) Glory to glory, glory (not to us) Glory to the King, glory to the King Yeah, I won't bow down and praise any other name
Writer(s): Fred Hammond, William Lee Barefield Iii Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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