Graves
You turn graves into gardens
You turn pain into promise
You bring beauty from ashes
Where we go I'll stand by you
Only you take me
Outta the grave, yeah
Outta the grave, yeah
I'm on a, I had to
I'm on the way, yeah
Outta the grave, yeah
Hop on the stage, yeah
I made it, take it up
I hit a wave, I'm a (yeah, yeah)
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life, yeah
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Now I'm living twice
(My momma boy)
Tell em' the real drop
All on the gram
I'm just a fisher of man whenever my reels drop
Handing out (woo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Big shots, look at my life
Remade it and the curses are gone
Now I'm giving ya kids bops
And it don't stop
Uh, dead man, dead man, grave my natural habitat
KB, I was on the corner blowing cabbage patch
Chasing newer models every year like Cadillacs
'Til the Spirit raided my whole tomb like Lara Croft (woo)
Yeah, I woke alive ain't no changing my mind
Know it had to be God
Woo, Rick Flair, woo
Yeah, new nature boy and I'm having a hard time
'Cause I gotta speak it no cover
Repeat it in public
If Jesus can touch it
The healing is coming
The feeling is stunning
And we never die at my funeral bump this like
Outta the grave, yeah
Outta the grave, yeah
I'm on a, I had to
I'm on the way, yeah
Outta the grave, yeah
Hop on the stage, yeah
I made it, take it up
I hit a wave, I'm a (yeah, yeah)
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life, yeah
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Now I'm living twice, yeah
See it you love it, you need it you cuff it
It's Jesus, no frontin'
It's nothing in front of him
All of my brother's here, we under covenant
Nobody touching us, no
Yeah, can't get enough this
Spirit's upon it
He ripping and running
The drugs get to flushing
The tears get to flooding
The old me is dying and never recovering (ooh, yeah)
K to the second, but no second guessing
Look this is how Lazarus sound on a record
Like you see the rescue
But I saw the wreckage
Yeah, I'm resurrected I know
I'm pushing P in the present
The perfect power picked a pack of peter
Piper pill popping peasants
Put us in his presence
Peace to bredren, tell em' that Kevin is
Outta the grave, yeah
Outta the grave, yeah
I'm on a, I had to
I'm on the way, yeah
Outta the grave, yeah
Hop on the stage, yeah
I made it, take it up
I hit a wave, I'm a, yeah
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Now I'm living twice
Only you turn mistakes into miracles
Only you make broken stories beautiful
If anything is possible to rise again
Come and make these dead bones live
'Cause only you make prophets out of prodigals
And only you deserve the glory for it all
And nothing is too far for you to rise again
Come and make these dead bones live!
'Cause only you turn mistakes into miracles
Only you make broken stories beautiful
If anything is possible to rise again
Make these dead bones live
Only you make prophets out of prodigals
Only you deserve the glory for it all
'Cause nothing is too far for you to rise again
Come and make these dead bones live
Come and make these dead bones live
Make these dead bones live
You turn pain into promise
You bring beauty from ashes
Where we go I'll stand by you
Only you take me
Outta the grave, yeah
Outta the grave, yeah
I'm on a, I had to
I'm on the way, yeah
Outta the grave, yeah
Hop on the stage, yeah
I made it, take it up
I hit a wave, I'm a (yeah, yeah)
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life, yeah
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Now I'm living twice
(My momma boy)
Tell em' the real drop
All on the gram
I'm just a fisher of man whenever my reels drop
Handing out (woo)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Big shots, look at my life
Remade it and the curses are gone
Now I'm giving ya kids bops
And it don't stop
Uh, dead man, dead man, grave my natural habitat
KB, I was on the corner blowing cabbage patch
Chasing newer models every year like Cadillacs
'Til the Spirit raided my whole tomb like Lara Croft (woo)
Yeah, I woke alive ain't no changing my mind
Know it had to be God
Woo, Rick Flair, woo
Yeah, new nature boy and I'm having a hard time
'Cause I gotta speak it no cover
Repeat it in public
If Jesus can touch it
The healing is coming
The feeling is stunning
And we never die at my funeral bump this like
Outta the grave, yeah
Outta the grave, yeah
I'm on a, I had to
I'm on the way, yeah
Outta the grave, yeah
Hop on the stage, yeah
I made it, take it up
I hit a wave, I'm a (yeah, yeah)
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life, yeah
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Now I'm living twice, yeah
See it you love it, you need it you cuff it
It's Jesus, no frontin'
It's nothing in front of him
All of my brother's here, we under covenant
Nobody touching us, no
Yeah, can't get enough this
Spirit's upon it
He ripping and running
The drugs get to flushing
The tears get to flooding
The old me is dying and never recovering (ooh, yeah)
K to the second, but no second guessing
Look this is how Lazarus sound on a record
Like you see the rescue
But I saw the wreckage
Yeah, I'm resurrected I know
I'm pushing P in the present
The perfect power picked a pack of peter
Piper pill popping peasants
Put us in his presence
Peace to bredren, tell em' that Kevin is
Outta the grave, yeah
Outta the grave, yeah
I'm on a, I had to
I'm on the way, yeah
Outta the grave, yeah
Hop on the stage, yeah
I made it, take it up
I hit a wave, I'm a, yeah
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Brought me back to life
Dead man, dead man, dead man
Now I'm living twice
Only you turn mistakes into miracles
Only you make broken stories beautiful
If anything is possible to rise again
Come and make these dead bones live
'Cause only you make prophets out of prodigals
And only you deserve the glory for it all
And nothing is too far for you to rise again
Come and make these dead bones live!
'Cause only you turn mistakes into miracles
Only you make broken stories beautiful
If anything is possible to rise again
Make these dead bones live
Only you make prophets out of prodigals
Only you deserve the glory for it all
'Cause nothing is too far for you to rise again
Come and make these dead bones live
Come and make these dead bones live
Make these dead bones live
Credits
Writer(s): Chris Brown, Steven Furtick, Kevin Elijah Burgess, Wes Writer, Brandon Lake, Quinten Coblentz, Tiffany Hudson
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