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Raymond Mowla
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Raymond Mowla
Songwriter
歌詞
Chorus
These demons callin’ my name
Want me to play in their game
They do this only for shame
What’d I do?
What’d I do?
What’d I do?
These demons callin’ my name
Want me to play in their game
They do this only for shame
What’d I do?
What’d I do?
What’d I do?
Verse 1
I sit back distracted by enemy attacks when I’m laxin’ - snoozin’ on Acts
When I’m missional minded
Called out to leave the world behind me but yo it’s such a delicate grind
I be findin’ much time to recline like I’m Lazarus
Like I don’t mind that the world isn’t findin’ us
But I do mind so I line up the amateurs
And give em tech-nines - that’s our modern appendages
A swift sword in my side like a Samurai
Equipped to shift minds; call the blind let us mortify
The flesh and this guy who be lyin’ - he don’t qualify
To make you switch sides from our God that he vilifies
I been guided through life by another Guide
He’s militant minded but fights with another stride
You give Him your life and you’ll ride to the other side
I’m not blind
I don’t hide
Chorus
These demons callin’ my name
Want me to play in their game
They do this only for shame
What’d I do?
What’d I do?
What’d I do?
These demons callin’ my name
Want me to play in their game
They do this only for shame
What’d I do?
What’d I do?
What’d I do?
Verse 2
Who's that knocking at my window, door, meet the sword of my crescendo, is how I end foes, and offend those who go against the all mighty, monumental, it's essential, to aim for the throat of these demons, so they get smoked, like the endo, all that digging up my past, sentimental, but I ain't into sentiment
I'm more take a straight edge to these demon heads and appendages, of the enemy is how I break bread with some made men
Call it practice, how I smack them with a backhand type of action, with a 9 out of 10 satisfaction, for the faction, cause they ain't grasping, not a fraction of what I'm on
I'm back, invigorated and lapping the stereotype my type’s usually casted, with no cameras, I'll still go pro, so who's asking?
Chorus
These demons callin’ my name
Want me to play in their game
They do this on-ly for shame
What’d I do?
What’d I do?
These demons callin’ my name
Callin’ my name
Callin’ my name
Callin’ my name
What I do?
What I do?
Written by: Raymond Mowla
