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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robby John
Robby John
Songwriter

Lyrics

I'm a charger, evader illusive like dark Vader
Escaping from the capture, and, maybe even the rapture
Don't flatter your ego, if you tryna ven Conmigo
We go donkey kong style on fleshy pride
Just to clean inside as we cling to the king
Jesus say let's ride
Out the wild wild west, they be strapped, bulletproof vest
Dem wah preserve dem life, but dem no wah confess
I'ma do it up in Spanish and then mix it with some Creole Sak pase mis amigos
Are you Jamaican, are you Boricua
Yeah, I'm a mix of these from the West Indies
Under coconut trees, and the path of cool breeze
I be chilled at ease with my God and peace
They gonna, wake up the lion, they be doing too much lying, see them lined up to try him, like they doing line dancing woo
I got a king
I got the feeling that the bells about to ring
Rain falling on dem demons like its water from a lemon
Bitter tasting be, all the things that's sweet
Til the sweet runs out as deceit completes
The work in you, so before curfew
Get a handle on repentance so that God bless you!
I'm a charger
20/20 vision boy you know I see proper
Christ, the Holy Spirit and Jehovah God the Father
Breaking down walls at the crack of dawn
He be Building Holy Cities when the sun go down
He the light…He Legit
He say it gonna be aight
He the knight, He made me a charger
They be talking smack but you know I don't bother
I'm standing in the end zone, seven on the scoreboard
Drop the microphone, touchdown!
Written by: Robby John
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