Paradox
All glory up to God, the kind of time we on
If it ain't giving praise to Heaven, then don't sign me up
If I ain't breaking out them chains, then they'll bind me up
They keep on offering the fame, but won't buy me out
Cause I ain't selling out
Oh no,
Signing off
On a couple dotted lines, crooked paradox
Man, you can't even recover with a pair of docs
Leave you hanging with a penny and a pair of Crocs
Walking with the Lord best prepare the cost
Lord teaching money ain't a thing to me
People sleeping on me, but I got some dreams to see
Got my hands out, this temple is an offering
Like oxygen
I need my God to breathe again
Down for the count
Enemy open doors and then I'm running him out
Blocking him out
Need a pair of headphones, way I silence the crowd
Don't try to diss
Speaking gossip, people gonna end up with a lisp
Devil tryna take off my head
But it's just a swing and a miss
Fixing to get
Hype on these folk speaking over me
Possibly the boldest, print is thicker in my poetry
Audience of One, don't need a playlist to come notice me
If I stay impacting generations, then you know it's me
Huh
All these empty treasures are eventually
Dust
Matthew 28 mission, yeah let's
Discuss
I don't really listen to no crooked
Leaders
So who gonna beat us
Through many trials, yeah I finally
Got sick of the cussing and people bussing
it's Melpomone
Pick up your crosses and watch as Jesus builds autonomy
Start as a student and listen keen to what He's teaching me
He was there when no one else really believed in me
Start from the bottom
Then follow your calling
Stop worrying about all the numbers and ruse
Love the forgotten
Don't harden your heart
And go care for the people who begging for news
Teach about Jesus
Claim that He freed us
I'm on a mission to silence the fools
Giving all glory to God cause I got, I got
All glory up to God, the kind of time we on
If it ain't giving praise to Heaven, then don't sign me up
If I ain't breaking out them chains, then they'll bind me up
They keep on offering the fame, but won't buy me out
Cause I ain't selling out
Oh no
Signing off
On a couple dotted lines, crooked paradox
Man, you can't even recover with a pair of docs
Leave you hanging with a penny and a pair of Crocs
Walking with the Lord best prepare the cost
If it ain't giving praise to Heaven, then don't sign me up
If I ain't breaking out them chains, then they'll bind me up
They keep on offering the fame, but won't buy me out
Cause I ain't selling out
Oh no,
Signing off
On a couple dotted lines, crooked paradox
Man, you can't even recover with a pair of docs
Leave you hanging with a penny and a pair of Crocs
Walking with the Lord best prepare the cost
Lord teaching money ain't a thing to me
People sleeping on me, but I got some dreams to see
Got my hands out, this temple is an offering
Like oxygen
I need my God to breathe again
Down for the count
Enemy open doors and then I'm running him out
Blocking him out
Need a pair of headphones, way I silence the crowd
Don't try to diss
Speaking gossip, people gonna end up with a lisp
Devil tryna take off my head
But it's just a swing and a miss
Fixing to get
Hype on these folk speaking over me
Possibly the boldest, print is thicker in my poetry
Audience of One, don't need a playlist to come notice me
If I stay impacting generations, then you know it's me
Huh
All these empty treasures are eventually
Dust
Matthew 28 mission, yeah let's
Discuss
I don't really listen to no crooked
Leaders
So who gonna beat us
Through many trials, yeah I finally
Got sick of the cussing and people bussing
it's Melpomone
Pick up your crosses and watch as Jesus builds autonomy
Start as a student and listen keen to what He's teaching me
He was there when no one else really believed in me
Start from the bottom
Then follow your calling
Stop worrying about all the numbers and ruse
Love the forgotten
Don't harden your heart
And go care for the people who begging for news
Teach about Jesus
Claim that He freed us
I'm on a mission to silence the fools
Giving all glory to God cause I got, I got
All glory up to God, the kind of time we on
If it ain't giving praise to Heaven, then don't sign me up
If I ain't breaking out them chains, then they'll bind me up
They keep on offering the fame, but won't buy me out
Cause I ain't selling out
Oh no
Signing off
On a couple dotted lines, crooked paradox
Man, you can't even recover with a pair of docs
Leave you hanging with a penny and a pair of Crocs
Walking with the Lord best prepare the cost
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Writer(s): Austin Joyce
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