Dance

Can you hear me—let me breathe—come on back—we're gonna flip it—J Moss, Kirk Franklin, (everybody push play), CD 8—
Everybody say, "Keep on prayin'"
Nobody knows (help me) How His name

Joy in the mornin' (that's right)—what a good mornin'
I'm a stop weepin'—I'm a stop cryin'
When I'm in trouble, when I struggle, my Daddy knows (He knows what it is, what it was, what it be, what it's gonna be like)—Halleluia!

When I'm hurt from home or from work—(My "Pop" cares)-- He cares all about what you're going through—come let Him do what he do(es)—Halleluia!

We can dance through the night—we ain't cryin' no more! No, no! Dance until we gonna go... until we can't dance... Dance until we drop

Stand on the ground—I'm re-loaded, all the time tryin' to make it big... get a dollar or a dime... need some money ya'll--wanna be faithful... show no fable--I'm a stop complainin' and just be grateful

When I get weary, don't want nobody near me (Jesus knows)—He knows what it is, what it was, what it be, what it's gonna be like)—Halleluia!

When I'm in pain and I'm lookin' for change, my Pop knows –He cares all about what you're going through—(And it's about to go down!)

Make up your mind-- it's all right—wipe the tears from your eyes
You gonna make it if you don't stop—get it, get it
It's all right wipe the tears from your eyes
You gonna win it if you don't stop—get it, get it Kirk, tell 'em how you feel

It's time for all of God's people to come down to the floor; it's time to get out of abuse, out of depression—you got 60 seconds, people!

(We don't stop!) What we gonna do! We gonna dance... Ya'll know what this is!

This is for New Orleans, for Alabama, it's your boy... we didn't forget about you! We gonna dance ya'll! We gonna dance right through it!

To the left, to the right, and freeze x2



Credits
Writer(s): Michelle Lynn Bell, Christopher E. Rojas, Leah Haywood, Dan James
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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