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• Artiste: Mouthpi3ce
• Titre: Give Him More
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They say it?s all a dream, but I say He?s more. He caught my fall before I hit the floor. He took blame for it when it was my fault. From this day forward I promise to give Him more. (Chorus) I promise to give You more, more of my time, More from my music, bodied in every line Glory from every rhyme and song that I wrote No it?s not Mouth it?s Christ that?s really dope I'm just sharin? the hope that?s written in every quote, Indicated and read every word that He spoke I don?t give a dang about winnin? the Grammies If I did I would punt it and give it to the pope Power of the Holy Ghost, feel it coast to coast He?s a phenomenon so why I brag or boast So I boast about Him even when I doubt Him He still moves mountains and that?s no joke And when I call on Him He?s never no show The reason why I never have to call the po-po Gangsta and I don?t even own a fo? fo? Somebody tell the Devil I ain?t playin? no more Chorus I promise to give You more, my face flat on the floor This is not a new dance this is how I worship the Lord All in one accord, put your hands in the air Praise the mighty God who gave us clothes to wear And endured the pain that punch(?) we couldn?t bear Separate the sheep from goat, wheat from tare Those that just act, and those that really care Those that just rap and those that really share It?s more than glitz and glitter, big whips and houses So many broken homes, dudes switchin? spouses No more tables, now you?re flippin? coaches My God is able, scream whose the loudest I?m on in every area but bein? the proudest Death to that pride that gotta come about us Ride with the King, till the day that we bouncin? Until dead I?m forever sippin? from His fountain Chorus I don?t think they understand, to You, I really owe it all The strength in my baby girl?s legs to crawl The breath in my lungs to talk and exhale The rent, the money I owe my next tail The healin? to the scars on my knees when I fell The favor that You showed in jail in my cell The case that got dropped, the money for the bail The three years of marriage me and my wife held The days near divorce will no longer prevail The heaven You promised when it?s all over and not hell I cannot withheld (?), so I?ma serve Christ like Fishscale from Atlanta to Oregon Trail Can?t you tell I?m so set free indeed? (I?ve got) The power of God so no I don?t need no weed Try my God and you can be connected to Three, the Trinity, for eternity Chorus