Preachers Freestyle

Who is the one you're gonna just depend on when you got no motion?
I'm down so bad I could've lost it, didn't know where to go.
GPS-ing using Waze, but nowhere to go.

I Ask the Lord to lead the way, just bring me home.
The man in the mirror, he's a preacher, he be really talking.
Wahala, baby, I'm the problem, I will really solve it.
I've been through pain, a hundred problems just to get this dough.

They don't like you when you're down, only when you blow.
I've seen these people sell their soul for some change, it's gross.
My brother tell me I'mma blow like volcanoes.
The chain effect, it go fall like it's dominoes.

I could do just anything through the Lord, secret recipe.
And all these worldly things just really don't mean none to me.
I pray to the Lord, he protect me from this envy.
I lost my dog and we had perfect chemistry.

I do all things through him who strengthens me.
I've been through problems, and some problems I don't speak about it.
I walk by faith, not by sight, so I feel righteous.
You can see the shine on me, even if you're blindsided.

If you've been next to me, you can tell I've been like this.
Chah.
For I know the plans I have for you,
declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you,
plans to give you hope and a future.
Jeremiah 29 verse 11.
It's Wahala.



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Writer(s): Tenny Gbadebo
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