Baby
There comes a time
When we gotta pray some most high
There comes a time
When we prepare in the lord's eyes
Been traumatized we
Just weeping till we sore eyes
Don't cross that line
Or we gotta let the school or fly
It comes a time
When we gotta praise the most high
It comes a time
When we prepare in the lord's eyes
Still traumatized we
Just weeping till we soar high
So don't cross that line
We just gotta let the sword fly
All praises to the most high
I first off i just wanna say that
Every single day of blessing
So i'm really stepping tryna find my way back
Counted the cards
Repented the flaws
I'm trying to live yeah yeah
The kingdom of heaven to broad
Have hope for my dreams i pray it don't fall
I pray for the ones who is lost
Feeling the sorrow time
I'm looking all up in the sky
I'm seeing a lot of the signs
It's either a pat or you die
Cannot be walking two sides
Choose the state who you ride for
It's a mention and fake till i die
You don't really wanna fall love
Keep your head up keep my soul
When we were armor
We won't let up sharpen up your brothers
Others who we care for
Always shining light
We're the most high and brighter
Comes a time when we gotta pray some
There comes a time
When we repent in the lord's eyes
Been traumatized we
Just weep until we soar high
Don't cross that line
No we gotta let the source fly
It comes a time
When we gotta praise the most high
There comes a time
When we repent in the lord's eyes
Been traumatized
We just weep until we soar high
So don't cross that line
No we gotta let the source fly
I wonder why we was created
I got my answers with searching scriptures
Daily tryna get rid of this cancer
The spirit bear witness
I live these holy commandments
Repent girl you gone perish
Destruction is way too scary uh
Every day i wake
I give all pray to the most high
Living in this lie
Learn the truth or you gon' die
Ain't much time left to say you coming
Look into the sky
It ain't no disguise
Gotta armor up my own mind
Gotta get it spirit dripping
These gifts don't got no limits
I'm just wishing
I could live in that holy kingdom
With them focus on the mission
Eyes locked in tunnel vision
No paganism we truly follow christ
It comes a time
When we gotta raise the most high
It comes a time
When we prepare in the lowest eyes
The traumatized
We just weeping 'til we so high
Don't cross that line
No we gotta let the score fly
It comes a time
HWen we gotta praise the most high
It comes a time
When we prepare in the lowest eyes
Traumatized
We just weeping till we sore high so
Don't cross that line
When we gotta let the score
