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Andy Mineo - Uncomfortable Album Lyrics



Andy Mineo - Uncomfortable Lyrics






Uncomfortable

Nobody told me you die like this
Nobody told me you could die from bliss, yeah
Nobody told me, nobody told me
We never ever saw it comin', no, no
Live it up, live it up
Nobody ever told us we could die like this
Live it up, live it up
Nobody ever told us, we never saw it comin', no
Live it up, live it up
Nobody ever told us we could die like this
Live it up, live it up
Corrupted by the comfort we...

God prepared me for the war
Comfort be the thing that'll make a king fold
Eyes on the Lord, gotta grip that blade or the sword
Tell me how you plan on gettin' swole if you don't ever get sore (hold up)
They say, "Andy, this ain't music for your core"
If they jumpin' ship now, they was never on board
I got enemies, man they wanna see me on the floor
I got frenemies, couldn't even tell you who they are
If you're not driven by the mission, you'll be driven by the cars
Focused on what you been given more than becomin' who you are
I tried to point 'em to the Son, but why they callin' me a star?
Who woulda thought we set their minds free with these bars?
In this game, in this biz
Want the fame, gon' get rich
Comfort, everybody wantin' it
Never knew I could be lost in this
This my sophomore, gotta go hard
When the show over, no encore
I got enough but I want more, want more

Nobody told me you die like this
Nobody told me you could die from bliss, yeah
Nobody told me, nobody told me
We never ever saw it comin'

My own people owned people, but they don't own that
They say racism dead, man our president is black
Two terms in the White House, that don't mean jack
If we still believe our present ain't affected by our past
First class with a Coach bag, I forgot
When you start eatin' you lose your hunger then grow fat
I apologize for Christians with pickets sayin', "God hates fags"
I promise Jesus wouldn't act like that
He said it's hard for a rich man to get to heaven
When we feel like we don't need God, then we forget Him
We tell 'em that, "If you don't make me money or make me happy
Then I ain't makin' time for ya', so make it snappy"
And I think lately you mistake me for a cabby
Cause this drive that I got put everybody in the backseat
So if you wanna live a comfortable life
Make sure you never love nobody, be selfish and never sacrifice

We got legal weed that'll keep us high
'Round the world other people die
Where on earth is my wi-fi?
Our stomachs full and our pockets fat
I need love, there's a site for that
I had more when I had less

I think I got too comfortable, yeah
I think I got too comfortable
I think I got too comfortable, yeah
I think I got, I know I got
I think I got too comfortable
I know I got, I think I got
I know I got, a little too comfortable

Andy: 'Scuse me, sorry. Uh, sorry. 'Scuse me, comin' through. Sorry, 'scuse me. No, it's cool
Train Dispatcher: The next stop is...
Andy: Uptown
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Writer: Andrew Aaron Mineo, Gabriel Eugene Lambirth, Kortney Jamaal Pollard, Ramon Ibanga
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Uptown

New York City
New York City
New York City
New York City

[Hook:]
Uptown New York City where you can spot met
Uptown New York City where you can spot met
Uptown New York City where you can spot met
Uptown New York City where you can spot met

We in love with the invention, we don't love the inventor
On a quiet block they puff the loud, it be smellin' like it's timber
And they hit you with the fake smile, I ain't talkin' dentures
Starbucks on the corner, pushin' bucks for that rent up
Dippin' in all black like I'm venom
Keep it G, I'm not a star
But I'm raw like this denim
Them dope boys push the big body Jerome Betis
I got Santería hexes for my exes, but I'm protected
You heard that man got shot for his necklace?
That's a 1-8-7 up on 1-8-7
You know that uptown lifestyle reckless
When they eatin' mango and fried cheese for your breakfast
Baby, how you gon' complete your life checklist?
Spendin' every night watchin' Netflix
Time is so precious, gotta invest it where you spend it
If we prisoners to comfort, we judge our own sentence
I be uptown

[Hook:]
Uptown New York City where you can spot met
Uptown New York City where you can spot met
Uptown New York City where you can spot met
Uptown New York City where you can spot met

I wake in that mornin', get in that café con leche
Don't y'all hold that azucar
My stomach's been showin' lately
Plus the crossover crazy
Don't get caught out here sleepin'
That's why they call Allen Irish, man, when I ball at Cabrini
I'm throwin' swishes
This right here that new school vintage
I been spendin' money tryin' not to spend up all these minutes
And I been present, man, look at what my gift is
Some push the white cause they ain't have the privilege
Let's get it!
Ain't no other city like the one I'm in
I got that Bustelo in my cup again
Jim Carrey with this here, I'm goin' dumb again
Me, myself and I, the only thing I'm up against
New York stayin' lit, rent high, payin' it
La Marina, bottled water, date night favorite
My bodega on the corner, I ain't even sayin'
They already know my order, they just started makin' it, woah!

Ain't no other city make me feel this way
I been all around the world baby, but I'm here to stay
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Ain't no other city make me feel this way
I been all around the world baby, but I'm here to stay
Oh-oh-oh-oh
There's no place like Uptown, New York
Ain't no other city make me feel this way
I been all around the world baby, but I'm here to stay
Oh-oh-oh-oh, oh
There's no place like Uptown, New York
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Writer: Alex Medina, Andrew Aaron Mineo, Elvin Shahbazian, Leroy Hutson, Michael Hawkins, Ramon Ibanga
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Now I Know

Yeah, uh, look
The older I get, the more I realize
Almost everything I believed in
In my life was a lie
It started as a child, first was Santa Claus
Then I believed that a brawl would never come between my dawgs (wrong)
My sister Mary filled me in when I was 7
Told me Hulk Hogan only existed on television (what?)
The Stone Cold Stunner and the Leg Drop?
Scripted, N.W.O and X-Pac? Dang
I used to walk up to the mall to 'matic doors
My momma told me my finger was the power source
So I pointed with my pointer
It was open, then come to find out she was joking
Had to let it soak in, my mind as a boy
Didn't wanna believe that McGwire or Barry were on the 'roids
But when I was young, I thought the world was alright
It's funny, I even thought that Jesus was white, but yo

[Hook:]
All that glitters ain't made of gold
It's the things you heard a million times before
It took a lot of time, now I realise
Now I know better
It's better late than never
Now I know

Over the years, I've become more accustomed to pain
I used to believe my dad when he said he'd come to my games
Even believed my momma was a saint and could do no wrong
And then she sat me down and told me how I was born (shoot)
Mind-blown, but now it all makes sense
Why she didn't spazz on me when she caught me having sex
I was perplexed but now I get it
I used to think America was finished with racism
How could I miss it?
I'm mad so many people don't get it
Holding this list of black names but now I'm blacklisted?
Got older, it's like it got no different
I found out that these independent artists aren't independent
Major labels fund them quietly to keep perception
That's deception in the game
Used to believe that I wanted fame
Plus my name written in the lights
Now I know it's so much greater because it's written in the hand of Christ
I used to say the radio would play what the people wanted
Now I know they playing what's payin'
Feeling jaded, but somehow I still believe in God
I even thought of college education and getting a job, man

[Hook:]
All that glitters ain't made of gold
It's the things you heard a million times before
It took a lot of time, now I realise
Now I know better
It's better late than never
Now I know better
Yes I know better
Now I know better
Yes I know better
Now I know better
Yes I know better
Now I know better
Yes I know better
Now I know
Too many times before
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Writer: Andrew Aaron Mineo, Dustin Adrian Bowie, Greg Byers
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Desperados

[Mali Music:]
You know I'm a wanted man
For reasons you won't understand
Prices on my head, for like a hundred grand
Cause I'm wanted dead or alive

(Bang, bang!)
You woulda thought I was whippin' and pushin' and sellin' this dope
(Bang, bang!)
The way that they tell me to get out of town and then aim for throat
(Bang, bang!)
They tryna ghost you boy, they pullin' the gun out the holster
(Bang, bang!)
But I'm doin' me, I'm doin' me like I'm 'posed to, yeah!
You're smart
Out here like the Wild Wild West
Shorty right here with the wild, wild dress
They tell you can be more if you show less, hol' up
I been around the block a few times, I got a new mind, I'm lit
Man, I was sleepin' on futons, bread small as crutons
Now my business legit
How many beats do I got to poop on to prove I'm not a fluke?
I want true, a true sign a growth
For you find ways to refind yourself
You win when you lose, aye!
Seem like every team them got a Judas
But I don't care
Give me a snake and I'll make a nice pair of boots, yeah
I ain't tryna be liked, man, I'm tryna be a light, bang!
I ain't tryna make a livin', man, I'm tryna make a life, bang!
Ayo, that's way different
Nowadays I pray different
Used to ask for mo' blessings
Now I thank Him for the ones He givin'

[Hook - Mali Music:]
You know I'm a wanted man
For reasons you won't understand
Grasses on my head, for like 100k
Now they want me dead or alive
Bang!
They gunnin' for me now
Bang!
They got they weapons drawn
Bang!
They say get out of town
Cause I'm wanted dead or alive

How do you terrify a man that is scared to die
So while I got a mic, I'ma air the lies that paralyze my people
I live by the fear of God
I'm sick and tired of songs that don't dignify a lady
But, baby we givin' them power
The moment you go out and buy it and give 'em yo' dollars
Why they try to define us by how many commas we got?
They don't know what's inside us
But let me honest, there's something beyond us
Yo, homie, preach!
I gotta speak on my peace
Man, I can't keep it a secret
The only way that you get acceptance is when you know you don't need it, yeah
Freedom is a mindset, and I ain't in my prime yet
Miner League and one sixteen, yeah
Them my folk I prime with
I think about all that time spent way before success
Get to see the kid shinin', that's the glimmer from the sweat
Get up and go
Homie, we live by the code
We don't got minutes to blow
Time is more precious than gold
Sharp with the flow
Mix it with lyrics that fix up your soul, oh
I ain't tryna be liked, I'm tryna be a light, bang!
I ain't tryna make a livin', man, I'm tryna make a life, bang!

Alright, now we some desperados
Livin' by the motto
If I die tonight, man, I'm ready for tomorrow
They say get out of town
The truth won't let me ?
They gunnin' for me now
They know the way I go
They want me dead or alive
I'm wanted dead or alive
I'm wanted dead or alive
I'm wanted dead or alive
I'm wanted dead or alive
I'm wanted dead or alive
I'm wanted

[Hook - Mali Music:]
You know I'm a wanted man
For reasons you won't understand
Grasses on my head, for like 100k
Now they want me dead or alive
Bang!
They gunnin' for me now
Bang!
They got they weapons drawn
Bang!
They say, "Get out of town"
Cause I'm wanted dead or alive
Bang!
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Writer: Andrew Aaron Mineo, Gabriel Eugene Lambirth, Kortney Jamaal Pollard, Ramon Ibanga
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC






Hear My Heart

It's kinda crazy, it's kinda crazy that your name is Grace
Your name is Grace
Cause that's what I need, that's what I need right now in this crazy place
It's crazy, crazy, crazy
It's not that I did somethin', it's the fact that I didn't
And I'm so ashamed it took twenty-five years just to get it
Cause people made fun, and I just laughed with 'em
But that was me as a child
I just pray you forgive me

[Hook:]
Hear my heart beat, hear my heart beat
Hear my heart
[x2]

I remember your son graduation
That's when I met your friends
And they was all havin' conversation
But they was sayin' stuff that I couldn't understand
Then all of a sudden it felt like, I understood something I missed my whole life
For the first time I was wearin' your shoes
For the first time I was hearin' your views
I never knew how complicated life is when you feel so isolated
And I know we don't speak much
Cause when talking got hard all I ever did was throw the peace up
My big sister Grace, I'm sorry I never learned to sign
And even though you were born deaf
I pray you forgive me for the years I lived blind

[Hook]

Sometimes, sometimes these words aren't enough
So let me show you, let me show you
Sometimes, sometimes these words aren't enough
So let me show you, let me show you
It's kinda crazy

[Hook]
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Writer: Andrew Aaron Mineo, Elvin Shahbazian, Joel McNeil, John McNeil, Joseph Ryan Prielozny, Ramon Ibanga
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP






Davids Roof

Prepararme para la guerra
Porque comodidad es la caída de reyes
Es la caída de reyes
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Writer: Andrew Aaron Mineo, Elvin Shahbazian, Joel McNeil, John McNeil
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP






Rat Race

[Hook - Jon Bellion:]
Tell 'em we don't wanna play, yeah, yeah
We're so okay with last place
We already won the game, yeah, yeah
No, we won't run your rat race

This is so disrespectful
I'm sorry that I didn't do it sooner
They talkin' that manure
Snakes comin' for my head, that's Medusa
But watch how I maneuver
I ain't fly, man, I'm lunar
I got no time for high opinions with them low commitments
I hear that chatter from a distance, I don't ever listen
Cause art critics just artists that never made it
What I care what you sayin', I'm too busy creatin'
I could tell that ya' some crabs, hatin' on the low
Tryna shoot my dream down, cause you never chase your own
I think I struck a nerve, matter fact I hit a bone
I got a word for them rappers who swear that they on the throne
Oh, so you the king of rap, where your kingdom at?
I got a queen, a fly one, sittin' on my lap
You bought the lie them rappers told ya, I bring it back
That's all I gotta say
Roof your ball, I don't wanna play

[Hook - Jon Bellion:]
Tell 'em we don't wanna play, yeah, yeah
We're so okay with last place
We already won the game, yeah, yeah
No, we won't run your rat race

It's so disrespectful
Hip-hop raised me, I'm talkin' back to my parents
I dropped that Never Land, yo, I still haven't landed
Look mama, you don't gotta drop it low if you raisin' standards
Raisin' this banner, mama raised me with manners
Couldn't put me in a box, how I'm raisin' this brand
It's hard to stay focused with standin' in front of cameras
But they don't understand it, they don't see that from my vantage
All glory to the Most High all the praise be
Got them other rappers sweatin' like they need the AC
It ain't all 'bout who you know, Bleek knew Jay-Z
If it you ain't HOT 97, bad idea tryna play me
I know dudes with so much money that it ain't funny
Type of money make you laugh at jokes when it ain't funny
Type of money, go outside lookin' bummy
Still bag a supermodel, they don't care if he ugly
There's politics in this game, but ain't no politicians
And I ain't tryna be another one of fame's victims
Make a name for myself but never make a difference
Now, that's all I gotta say
Roof your ball, I don't wanna play

Yeah, roof your ball, I don't wanna play
Yeah, you ain't ever seein' that again
No, I roof your ball, I don't wanna play
Yeah, no
Kiss it goodbye
Kiss it goodbye
Killin' me Smalls
Kiss it goodbye
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Writer: Andrew Aaron Mineo, Jonathan David Bellion, Ramon Ibanga
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Know Thats Right

If you stay ready
You ain't gotta get ready
All ready
Yeah, y'all ready?
Look, if you stay ready
You ain't gotta get ready
All ready
Look, y'all ready, I'm ready
Y'all ready

I, I go for that, I get it
Came in this game, me and 'Crae on a mission
I found a blue, that's club livin'
But I ain't see too many of y'all livin'
Seem like everybody tryna fit in
Livin' that life like a highlight reel
That ain't real
They ain't tell you 'bout the sweat they spilled
How they got no chill just to get it
I'm livin' the high life (never land)
High art for the Most High
My wife in them high heels
Ooh, high five!
That's nice
You know, you know that's right
And I don't got fans, I got family
I'm on my Chief Keef, y'all don't understand me, squad!

There's nothin' left to say
I know where I'm goin'
We're startin' here today
And you know, you know that's right

You, you know
You know that's right
[x4]

My Savior is Jewish, my lawyer is Jewish
My stomach is Buddhist
I'm trying to lose it, but I need to chill on Fig Newtons, I swear
I don't sweat the money, only the music
Now I got the juice, and my words got influence
That's power to use it and I don't wanna blow it
First off, rap lied to us
Y'all ain't figured that yet?
They got the whole world tryna ball out
How you ball so hard but you still got debt?
I don't respect anybody that's trying to flex
Y'all lookin' the weakest
Cause I was with a billionaire last week and the boy had Payless sneakers on (get money)
My homegirl started strippin'
I said, "Chill, get your degree"
She told me, "Andy you trippin', cause you don't make more money than me"
Well, you know that's right
But some money always come with a price
I love this life, but I'm sure what I got next, to die for

There's nothin' left to say
I know where I'm goin'
We're startin' here today
And you know, you know that's right

You, you know
You know that's right
[x4]

You know that's right [x3]

There's nothin' left to say
I know where I'm goin'
There's nothin' left to say
I know where I'm goin'
Nothin' left to say
I know where I'm goin'
I'm goin', I'm goin' home
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Writer: Andrew Aaron Mineo, Brandon Peavy, Joseph Ryan Prielozny, Ramon Ibanga
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.






Vendetta

I told you so
I told you
We are the ones
Cause 'Pac did a lot more for me than Barack
Salute
La, da-da, da, da, da, da, da
We're not afraid to lose everything we got
Cause all we really got is our word, word, word
The pen is greater than the sword
La, da-da, da, da, da, da, da

By the people, for the people
Seems like you only look out for your sort of people
I look around, it's more evil
God I see it in me
You see, um
Everyday we closer to that funeral
Everyday a struggle, but the struggle still beautiful
And doctors don't got patience for their patients
So they just send them to that pharmaceutical
We tell 'em that they need drugs
But I know that they need love
I ain't scared of that war or the violence
The thing I'm more terrified of is [-silence-]
I wanna snatch my generation out this apathy
Gotta do that now 'fore this voice grow out of reach
And what we feedin' people that's a tragedy
So what you want, the chemicals or calories?
Nobody taught us how to eat
Momma gon' work the sixty hour weeks
What's for dinner?
Well, what's quicker and cheap
You got remote parents, you'll be raised by the TV
My momma worked the night shift
Still made it out to every single game
While my father sat at home
I promise when I have my own that we will never be the same
Vendetta

[Hook:]
I told you so
I told you
We are the ones
Cause 'Pac did a lot more for me than Barack
Salute
La, da-da, da, da, da, da, da

Look, Mr., Mr. or Mrs
Government official, we just won't listen
You can't relate to how we livin' from where you're sittn'
That's why the artist got more influence than the polititian
This my generation
We know the news never tell the truth so we go to Twitter for our information
It's so fast, ya'll seem slow to us
By the time you print it tomorrow it's old to us
We are the ones that you used to be, brave idealists with a dream
That went corrupted by the cream, yeah
This pen is not for sale
They nickel and dime'n
We still throwin' quarters in a wishing well
And I know you can't imagine losin' the lifestyle that you so used to havin'
And, yo, we still make decisions for the fact that they awesome
Not just for the profit margin
Hold up, how i'm talkin?
I got excess, others got need
I gotta answer to God for all of these sneaks
I got a hundred pairs, but only two feet
God forgive me, I've been thinkin' 'bout me
We point fingers at people who sin different, skin different
But the same color we bleed
You wanna know the real problem in America?
Always has been and it always will be, me
If you had any other answer you've been deceived
We've been lookin' for salvation in education, money, leaders, and policies
But we got a bigger need
We got a sin debt that we inherited
We divide ourself by class, skin color, and our heritage
Well our Creator bankrupt the heaven so that we could all be there with Him
Brothers and sisters

[Hook:]
I told you so
I told you
We are the ones
Cause 'Pac did a lot more for me than Barack
Salute
La, da-da, da, da, da, da, da
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Writer: CHRIS ARMSTRONG, KEN JONES
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Peermusic Publishing, Universal Music Publishing Group






Ghost

What you even come around for?
You ain't have my back even when I had yours
We said we'll take the whole world over
You couldn't even tell me what's wrong
Still think about it though it's been so long
Thought we'd be down forever, now you're gone

I remember, I remember
It wasn't many days that we didn't chill together
We was hangin' in my dorm room, we would write them rhymes
Then record 'em in my closet cause we was next to shine
Even had our own handshake, fall into that hug
And we was different colors, but we swore that we were blood
And, uh, all of a sudden you deaded everyone
I had to find out through the internet you had a son
And when I text you won't hit me
This music took me all around the world, you were s'posed to go with me
But, uh, the thug changes and love changes
And them best friends become strangers
I knew what Nas said was true
I just never thought it be about you
But, um, people come, people go
And when they leave it's like they took a piece of your soul
It's sorta like a ghost

[Hook:]
I didn't know you could walk through walls
I didn't know you could float
I didn't know you could disappear
I guess you were a ghost
Ghost
Ghost
We used to be so close

I pray I don't get used to this feelin'
The closer you are, deeper the cuts, longer the healin'
These feelings and insecurity, they circle
I just walk around like ain't a soul on this earth that's hurtin' me
I do this for protection
When I feel rejected I just dead 'em first, man
Somebody bring the hearse in
My worst fear in life is that my wife would have the urge to leave
Like everybody else start desertin' me
I know we made vows, but I cannot believe when I see divorce rates
You know why I got doubts
Fear takin' control
Seein' it, now I know
To truly love a person, the bravest act of the soul
I could either get my heart again, put it in the open
Or lock it in a box where it never be broken
But there it grows cold, lifeless and old
Nobody could come close but it's safe
Protected from the ghost

[Hook:]
I didn't know you could walk through walls
I didn't know you could float
I didn't know you could disappear
I guess you were a ghost
Ghost
Ghost
We used to be so close

What you even come around for?
What you even come around for?
What you even come around for? (let it go, let it go, let it go)
What you even come around for?
You ain't have my back even when I had yours
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Writer: LUIS RESTO, MARK S JORDAN, MARSHALL B III MATHERS, TUPAC AMARU SHAKUR
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group






Love

What we got if we don't got (love, love, love)
What we got if we don't got (love, love, love)
What we got if we don't got (love)

Sorry to keep y'all waitin'
Album was supposed to drop, I had a situation
Me and this fine thing started datin'
I spit game, but I wasn't playin'
I threw a ring on it, found (love)
Shoulda seen the celebration
20k in savings, yeah, that's some preparation
Suit was handmade, 5,001 flavors
Fallin' in love is easy, buildin' it takes patience
That's (love)
Man, that covetin' commitment
Not the type that's lookin' like a business
On some, I give you what you need just to get what I need
So when I'm givin' it to you, I'm really givin' to me
That's not (love)
I'm talkin' 'bout the real stuff
That kind that make vulnerable and reveal stuff
That kinda dealin' with your pastor, get healed stuff
Fellas say they real tough, but nothin' braver than (love) love

[Hook:]
Yo, what we got if we don't got love
Everybody searchin' for
And everybody need that love
(Love, love, love)
And nothin' more timeless than (love, love, love)
Two-steppin' in the name of (love)

It's no word more abused than "you"
Sometimes I be gettin' lust confused for you
Watch a man real close, what he choose to do with his money
That'll tell you the truth about what he really (love)
Ayo, you're more than just a feelin'
You're more like a action
More like a decision
You listen even when somebody think different
Don't insist on gettin' your own way, that's no way to (love)
Cause of you I told my boy he was trippin'
Even though I knew it bring friction
I tell the truth without you around, nobody listen
Yo, how you celebrate a blessin' when you ain't get it, that's (love)
You motivate my whole mission
When I think about God, you the definition
Yo, why I never see you hang with the religions?
I feel you when you know I'm forgiven
I, I, I love (love)
You been so gracious and been so patient
You don't throw them past mistakes up in my face
You remind me no matter the skin we one race
If you had a daughter, I bet her name would be Grace
Cause you're (love, love, love)
You're love

[Hook:]
Yo, what we got if we don't got (love, love, love)
And everybody searchin' for (love)
And everybody need that (love)
Yeah, cause nothin' more timeless than
Two-steppin' in the name of
What we got if we don't got
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Writer: HAILEY STEELE, LELAND GRANT
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP, BMG Rights Management






Strange Motions

We weren't supposed to dance this long
But our connection was just too strong
We started out in a room full of people
But now we dance the night alone

I'm not havin' fun anymore
But I can't seem to find the door
I'm not havin' fun anymore
But I can't seem to find the door

When these strange motions
They tell me don't get lost in heaven

[Willow Stephens:]
Strange motions turn me into the spin
Dance me to the end, and that's about to begin
Forgetting where we started so let's just pretend
Strange motions
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Writer: Andrew Aaron Mineo, Elvin Shahbazian, Jenny Snipstead, Joel McNeil, John McNeil
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP






Make Me A Believer

Why is it so hard to love you?
Why is it so hard to love you?
You make it easy, but I make it hard
Oh my God
You take the blame when I don't deserve it, no, no
I break your heart, then I do it again, do it again
You give me patience when I keep you waitin'
I don't know why you call me your favorite

Are we for real or not? (tell me, tell me)
For real or not? (tell me, tell me)
Are we for real or not, I gotta know
(Tell me, tell me)

You're givin' me all you have
You saw me without my mask
But I can't change my past
So can you promise this gon' last?

Make me a believer
'Cause all I've ever seen is pain
Make me a believer
Promise me I'm not the same
Make me a believer

They tell me seein' is believin'
But all ever saw was the schemin'
All I ever saw was the people that I loved
They was gettin' up and leaving, throwin' peace signs
What's up, what's up, aye
What's up lately?
How did you love me?
You stayed when I went buggin', you stayed
It's messin' with my head now, it's messin' with my head
Why you haven't left now?
I still can't guess, tell me

Are we for real or not? (tell me, tell me)
For real or not? (tell me, tell me)
Are we for real or not, I gotta know
(Tell me, tell me)

You're givin' me all you have
You saw me without my mask
But I can't change my past
So can you promise this gon' last?

Make me a believer
'Cause all I've ever seen is pain
Make me a believer
Promise me I'm not the same
Make me a believer

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh-oh, oh-oh
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Writer: Andrew Aaron Mineo, Dustin Adrian Bowie, Elvin Shahbazian, Joel McNeil, John McNeil, Kelly Shahbazian
Copyright: Lyrics © CAPITOL CHRISTIAN MUSIC GROUP






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