Bless Me
Iyele, iyele,iyele
Always by my side
Iyele,iyele,iyele
God bless me with your favour
Shower me with strong health
God bless me with more grace
Ahh ahh ahh
God of creation please make me one in town
Mother and father will be the one to smile and say
God thanks for what you have done
Ahh ahh ahh
Them said that we are fools
We are
that we will loose guard o
But they don't know that God is at my side eeh
As I'm travelling, hustling, and praying to my God oo
God please do not let me to put to shame, Never
As they see me how I carry my grace, they brought their hate, to put me in cage uuhh
God please do not allow them
As they run kiti kiti, run kata kata, just to pull me down
Disappoint them one by one,
God make me one in town
Every day, too much people is hustling to make it
Too much people are in the street
Too much people are entering jail
Just to make their homies proud, they are
Always talking to you ohh lord
Too much people their hope is gone aahh
God we are in your hands
From Sunday to Sunday
I'm waiting for your grace o
God show me your mercy
God fulfill your promise
From morning to morning
I'm waiting for your favour
I know you won't fail me
Make my success loud
Always by my side
Iyele,iyele,iyele
God bless me with your favour
Shower me with strong health
God bless me with more grace
Ahh ahh ahh
God of creation please make me one in town
Mother and father will be the one to smile and say
God thanks for what you have done
Ahh ahh ahh
Them said that we are fools
We are
that we will loose guard o
But they don't know that God is at my side eeh
As I'm travelling, hustling, and praying to my God oo
God please do not let me to put to shame, Never
As they see me how I carry my grace, they brought their hate, to put me in cage uuhh
God please do not allow them
As they run kiti kiti, run kata kata, just to pull me down
Disappoint them one by one,
God make me one in town
Every day, too much people is hustling to make it
Too much people are in the street
Too much people are entering jail
Just to make their homies proud, they are
Always talking to you ohh lord
Too much people their hope is gone aahh
God we are in your hands
From Sunday to Sunday
I'm waiting for your grace o
God show me your mercy
God fulfill your promise
From morning to morning
I'm waiting for your favour
I know you won't fail me
Make my success loud
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Writer(s): Bright Timothy
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