Dying Love

This that dying love
Oh
I know I gotta die to love
Oh, oh, oh
So I'ma pick my cross up, love

Love
Love
Love
Love
Love

Yeah, I'ma pick my cross up, love
Love

Gotta stay
See them stray
Oh, yeah
I might catch a stray
Oh, fighting demons everyday

Yeah
Drop on my knees
Turn up the beat
I'm boutta spaz, so just turn up the beat
None of you demons is messin' with me
I'll pray in the Spirit, then you gotta leave (huh what)
Spirits are moving
No more fighting flesh and blood I'ma just walk
Living in Heavenly places
I'm spending more time with my Father
We sit down and talk

Stuck in a glass
Feel like I'm stuck in the past
Lord, help me get through this class
Depression wants you inside, but a man is meant to be outside
That's facts
Now I can't sit still
My inner child doesn't want to relax

This that dying love
Oh, oh
I know I gotta die to love
Oh, oh, oh
So I'ma pick my cross up, love

Love
Love
Love
Love
Love

Yeah, I'ma pick my cross up, love
Love

Gotta die to love
It's a choice
Death equals life
Don't stress it bro
Just love thy neighbor as thyself
Die today



Credits
Writer(s): Isaiah Brookes
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