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Trip Lee - At The Cross (Official Audio) ft. Madison Ryann Ward
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trip Lee
Trip Lee
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Madison Ryann Ward
Madison Ryann Ward
Composer
William Barefield
William Barefield
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trip Lee
Trip Lee
Producer
Jacob “Biz” Morris
Mixing Engineer
Connor Back
Connor Back
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

At the cross, at the cross Where I first saw the light And the burden of my heart rolled away It was there, by faith, I received my sight And now, I'm happy all the day Please don't mind my pivot, turned and let Him steer it Got His will all in my lyrics, bro, it's on, said it's on I've been privileged to visit places, no need for specifics I'm done, I wouldn't miss it, take me home, take me home Let me sit there at the feet of the One who did defeat Infantries of enemies, fell like dominoes, dominoes Flood Him 'til He's beat, but He made rivers retreat He's got back up on His feet a long time ago, time ago I know there's so many places people really wanna be I know there's some dope locations people really wanna see But the only place I ever really need in front of me Is that ugly wood that's beautiful if you look underneath Big steppers, big set reppers Still gotta bow to the One who pulled levers All the mess we've made is giant, but it can't measure Up to where my sin got severed At the cross Where I left my flaw and my goal Lose my whole and I gave up all control, left it at the cross If you lookin' for my shame and my gain And my stains, you'll find none of it remains, left it at the cross Left 'em at the cross, left 'em at the cross (oh, oh) Left 'em at the cross, at the cross (oh) If you lookin' for my shame and my gain And my stains, you'll find none of it remains, at the cross When people wanna win, they think 'bout ballin' with their friends Hit the dealership, get whips, go back and do it all again Hit the jewelry store and cop somethin' that costs a hundred ten Hit the club and throw some ones at chicks that dance for other men That is not my motto, brother, what good is hittin' lottos Swervin' west and pressin' throttles just to find out that it's hollow Pullin' thotties who got bodies if they probably gone tomorrow Your spirit get neglected, your corruption gettin' coddled Follow me down this road, I got to see Sacrifice that got me free, pay for my hypocrisy All that's sick inside of me, He ain't charge a dollar fee, huh? In reality, what win is better than this immortality? Got wins on the way with my friends on the way I got treasure stacked in heaven when my ends gone away I'm delighted how His mercy can descend, gone astray Feelin' dirty? Got a stench? Get it rinsed all the way At the cross Where I left my flaw and my goal Lose my whole and I gave up all control, left it at the cross If you lookin' for my shame and my gain And my stains, you'll find none of it remains, left it at the cross Left 'em at the cross, left 'em at the cross (ayy, yeah) Left 'em at the cross, at the cross (yeah) If you lookin' for my shame and my gain And my stains, you'll find none of it remains, at the cross
Writer(s): William Barefield, Madison Ryann Ward Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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