Kingdom Band It
White band ring finger
Black band on the way
I been praying for days
Pertaining to thank Yous and praise
Lift my head see Him
Death come
Well for some
That's the wages of sin
I'm getting paid for more life
Christ why I?
Cried till burnt dried eyes
Went left three times
Inevitably went right
Step back I'm not Jesus
Ya boi a lot more like Peter
Funny where I'm from
Yeah Tratman St. Peters
Kingdom better band it
Do not chase green or property
That is outlandish
Can not give to charity
Easily even that can turn you to vanity
Burn myself when I help Lords battalions
Live to be last
Making us first
Don't receive that
Where's self-worth?
Caught up in past feelings
Healing discomfort
Love you more than thyself
It's God's will
Can't be lukey
We were made for this earth
Created to learn
Molded to remain and relate to those hate
That don't know our Lord
Kingdom band it
Banning devilish work
White band ring finger
Black band on the way
I been praying for days
Pertaining to thank Yous and praise
Lift my head see Him
Death come
Well for some
That's the wages of sin
I'm getting paid for more life
Christ why I?
Cried till burnt dried eyes
Went left 3 times
Inevitably went right
Step back Im not Jesus
Ya boi a lot more like Peter
Funny where I'm from
Yeah Tratman St. Peters
I got the keys to the heavenly place
There is no fees just accepting of grace
Throw away your piece
Let in this peace
Where we riding the beams
Riding the Son
Seeing a spade
Changing its face
Riding for you
Riding for me
No failing tests
Finally certified
You know the vibes
Staying right staying aced
Pay the guy take the cake
Fake a frown let them in
He wanna pop till you grin
Then you know we going in
Apple cider for the kids
We was darker than they sin
Now light it up eternally
White band ring finger
Black band on the way
I been praying for days
Pertaining to thank Yous and praise
Lift my head see Him
Death come
Well for some
That's the wages of sin
I'm getting paid for more life
Christ why I?
Cried till burnt dried eyes
Went left 3 times
Inevitably went right
Step back I'm not Jesus
Ya boi a lot more like Peter
Funny where I'm from
Yeah Tratman St. Peters
Black band on the way
I been praying for days
Pertaining to thank Yous and praise
Lift my head see Him
Death come
Well for some
That's the wages of sin
I'm getting paid for more life
Christ why I?
Cried till burnt dried eyes
Went left three times
Inevitably went right
Step back I'm not Jesus
Ya boi a lot more like Peter
Funny where I'm from
Yeah Tratman St. Peters
Kingdom better band it
Do not chase green or property
That is outlandish
Can not give to charity
Easily even that can turn you to vanity
Burn myself when I help Lords battalions
Live to be last
Making us first
Don't receive that
Where's self-worth?
Caught up in past feelings
Healing discomfort
Love you more than thyself
It's God's will
Can't be lukey
We were made for this earth
Created to learn
Molded to remain and relate to those hate
That don't know our Lord
Kingdom band it
Banning devilish work
White band ring finger
Black band on the way
I been praying for days
Pertaining to thank Yous and praise
Lift my head see Him
Death come
Well for some
That's the wages of sin
I'm getting paid for more life
Christ why I?
Cried till burnt dried eyes
Went left 3 times
Inevitably went right
Step back Im not Jesus
Ya boi a lot more like Peter
Funny where I'm from
Yeah Tratman St. Peters
I got the keys to the heavenly place
There is no fees just accepting of grace
Throw away your piece
Let in this peace
Where we riding the beams
Riding the Son
Seeing a spade
Changing its face
Riding for you
Riding for me
No failing tests
Finally certified
You know the vibes
Staying right staying aced
Pay the guy take the cake
Fake a frown let them in
He wanna pop till you grin
Then you know we going in
Apple cider for the kids
We was darker than they sin
Now light it up eternally
White band ring finger
Black band on the way
I been praying for days
Pertaining to thank Yous and praise
Lift my head see Him
Death come
Well for some
That's the wages of sin
I'm getting paid for more life
Christ why I?
Cried till burnt dried eyes
Went left 3 times
Inevitably went right
Step back I'm not Jesus
Ya boi a lot more like Peter
Funny where I'm from
Yeah Tratman St. Peters
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