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Artiste:
Lecrae
Titre:
Run
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You know your boy, Crae, running for the prize, I'm gunnin'/the one that dont rust or break all of a sudden/The Holy Spirit got your boy doin' a dozen/Push up, push up, come on, work it out cousin/I run from the flesh/it be tryin' to rise/and I'm done with livin' gettin' drunk and high/I'm a son of El Shaddai, the most High, who most def want me to do more then get by/I look in the sky and I'm so inspired, to run for a God whose my soul's desire/my sole desire to run for Jesus/and give Him all the credit like I run for visa/I'm done with pieces/I found my dime/I run to the wife that the Lord provided and we decided that we would run together for God's glory alone homie we ain't lyin'/ I run to the Word cause my soul is thirsty/no runnin from affliction though they may hurt me/I do preach wrath but I speak on mercy and grace by faith, you can call me churchy Run, this is your race, boy. Run, don't stop. Run til your blood vessels bust like a glock Run like a Nascar run round the track Run, boy, run, boy, Naw I ain't sweaty and my breaths pretty steady/My feet don't hurt and my legs ain't heavy/I'm still in the marathon, I keep the pace steady/Temptation is quick/but the Spirit stay ready/my eyes on the prize/yeah, they fixed on Christ/Hydrated in the Word but the joints are tight/that's why I get with a coach, who can stretch your boy/who can push, pull, train me and test your boy/and blooka , blooka yeah you heard the gun that means run off the blocks, run!/ The Son is where I stay focused/ Avoiding sin and I pass the baton to the faithful men/ and we never run in vain or for finite prizes/so when the race is done there will be no surprises/ The world says quit/we ain't tryin' to hear it/cause to quench our sin's thirst is to quench the Spirit We still in it, dawg/We can't quit, ya'll/all my cousins who runnin wanna stick wid it, ya'll/Jezebel is jumpin/your path, you best run/They tempting you to puff, puff, pass/you best run/keep ya kicks laced, get your grips straight before you quit, you kick, this is the big race/forget a medal man it's bigger than that/forget a 4.2 40 man you're quicker than that/the Holy Spirit got the breath you breathe so if the cramps kick in, it's the all the breath you need/wait on the Lord to renew you man/don't stop, keep going, you can do this man/keep the Word in your grip, keep the Word on your lips, keep a tight knit Christlike crew for fellowship/ and before you see the end and the race is done, find some people who are seekin' and teach em to run (Thanks to Ebony for these lyrics)