Tekst Utworu

Hands on, hands on, hands on Hands on, hands on, hands on In your face, the reason Hands on, get hands on Cut out all the lights, He the light Got pulled over, see the brights What you doin' on the street at night? Wonder if they're gonna read your rights Thirteenth Amendment, three strikes Made a left when I should've made a right Told God last time, on life Told the devil that I'm going on a strike Told the devil when I see him, on sight I've been working for you my whole life Told the devil that I'm going on a strike I've been working for you my whole life Nothing worse than a hypocrite Change, he ain't really different He ain't even try to get permission Asked for advice and they dissed him Said I'm finna do a Gospel album What have you been hearing from the Christians? They'd be the first one to judge me Make it feel like nobody love me They'd be the first one to judge me Feelin' like nobody love me Told people God was my mission What have you been hearin' from the Christians? They'd be the first one to judge me Make it feel like nobody love me Make you feel alone in the dark and you never see the light Man, you're never seeing home and you never see the domes I can feel it when I write, point of livin' in the right If they only see the wrongs, never listen to the songs Just to listen is a fight but you booked me for the fight It's so hard to get along if they only see the slight From the love of religion What have you been hearin' from the Christians? They'd be the first one to judge me Make it seem like nobody love me I'm not tryna lead you to Visas But if I try to lead you to Jesus We get called "Halfway Believers" Only halfway, read Ephesians Only if they knew what I knew, uh I was never new 'til I knew of True and living God, Yeshua The true and living God (somebody pray for me) Hands on, hands on, hands on Hands on, hands on, hands on In your face, the reason Hands on, get hands on I deserve all the criticism you got If that's all the love you have, that's all you got To say I've changed, you think I'm joking To praise His name, you ask what I'm smoking Yes, I understand your reluctancy, yeah But I have a request, you see Don't throw me up, lay your hands on me Please, pray for me All my cellphone tap Hold it down Ah, fallen down Somebody pray for me Hands on, hands on, hands on Hands on, hands on, hands on In your face, the reason Hands on, get hands on
Writer(s): Timothy Z. Mosley, Kanye Omari West, Luis Federico Vindver Arosa, Angel Lopez, Fred William Hammond, Aaron Butts Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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