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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andy Mineo
Andy Mineo
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andy Mineo
Andy Mineo
Songwriter
Eshon Burgundy
Eshon Burgundy
Songwriter
John Williams
John Williams
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
CheeseBeats aka "Tha Kracken"
CheeseBeats aka "Tha Kracken"
Producer

Lyrics

Uh, uh, they thought I was a singer. Look, I'm like ink so fresh I could smear it Just signed my name, I already feel it It's like a bulls-eye on my head that I'm wearin' But it's not a Bulls snap-back cap that I'm talkin' 'bout Walking out my faith, live from that New York City Livin' where it ain't pretty, Wash Heights Where they puff haze, play music all night That's why your boy came, so we could show 'em Christ Y'all don't get it, I been saved, living for His things Switched the name, used to go by C-Lite But then I put it in the grave, 'cause I'm steppin' off stage Still the same dude livin' what I say up on that mic Cap and gown, graduated now, 23 and I'm in a new season Wow this is crazy! God is so amazing He been using all that pain He allowed to shape me, Chiselin'Every little thing of me that isn't Him And sin is still wacker than it's ever been Jesus coming back again, when he does all that "I used to go church" stuff is irrelevant Following Christ ain't a one time event It's a lifestyle, not what you use for your girlfriend So there it is hope y'all listening Yeah the same mission but the team look different Don't believe the lie. You're living in a world that's passing by And all the pretty things that you thought were fly You can't take 'em with you when you die Everybody sing, oh, Goodbye! Everybody sing, oh, Goodbye! Rap aficionado, from the 'Cuse where they move for Otto[?] But now out of my window, I can see the Apollo I changed cities, still people remain hollow Everybody Tweet, but they don't know who to follow Watch me kick it, Salvation minus Crucifixion, You got a better chance at the Lotto with no ticket It's horrific, rhyme for Jesus but flow wicked You hear the truth, but don't wanna do it like those dishesNewsflash, new trash in the media All them old lies, watch what they feedin' ya If it's no good throw it up, like bulimia If it's no good throw it up, like graffiti huh So think fast, Ramadan, Autobahn Girlies wanna move fast tryna use they body wrong They gettin' naughty but, you know it's probably 'cause They want male attention, 'cause they father gone Don't believe the lie. You're living in a world that's passing by And all the pretty things that you thought were fly You can't take 'em with you when you die Everybody sing, oh, Goodbye! Everybody sing, oh, Goodbye! Say goodbye to the liar, say hello to the fire Say peace in the storm gone, like it's on tires Thought you was a Don Juan so you co-conspire With the evil empire, Evel Knievel, conniving people Are putting commas in God's word Careful who you worship when you waving at concerts My finger's on the detonator like I'm playin' Sega See ya later to the hater of love I made this statement because I'm sick of Being in your daily with that hatred and lust I got kids, and they got ears and they be opening up To bright ideas, when you feed 'em bull I feed 'em truth, 'cause I understand speakers are tools Either a key or a noose. Either get you out or get you through But it all depends on what you're get into See that gettin' is forbidden if you get into that fruit man Get up in them Scriptures so they get into that loop fam Salute.Don't believe the lie. You're living in a world that's passing by And all the pretty things that you thought were fly You can't take 'em with you when you die Everybody say, oh, Goodbye! Everybody say, oh, Goodbye! Goodbye, Good-ggoodbye, Oh! Goodbye!
Writer(s): Andrew Mineo, John Williams, Eshon Burgundy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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