Yeah, we bout to do this, [clears throat] Drop the beat Sivo True dog, I rule the mic for fun. True dog, Still looking for my first homerun. True dog
And conquered evil and hell Then snatched the keys of death in one breath and unlocked the cell He rose on the third I'm tellin' you partner, its actual fact Just like TOBYMAC
We've been down to the bottom Stories we got 'em, when we hit rock bottom If you been there put your hands in the air To let the lost know that someone
Fresh air, (sigh), Is what I needed I ventured through my door Proceeded Into the streets of this place I had to lower my shades to shade my face Still
One Phenomenon, one phenomenon And it just can't be stopped ya'll We rock forever, we stop whenever We rock forever, we stop whenever We die whenever
school days) spill Jim Jones (type kool-aid) All these primrose (style bouquets) I clip those (for doomsday) Got succulent flavor, the uprisen Savior Manifestin' thru these mics, blastin' out your graveyard Savor every bite that TOBYMAC
we all do better Hey now, help is coming anyday now Hope it can reach me when I am way down One love, one God and I'm ok now Ten years, TOBYMAC and GRITS
uhh, it's still me man [Toby:] Oh Sorry, I'm not much for conversation I need some time with God and a mental vacation TOBYMAC can't get to the phone
I told the girl that you should treat her like a lady and She told me all the things you did and it was shady, man She said that what you say and what
I'm staring unaware cause I'm in the zone It moves in like a fog on a seaside road Paralyzed by the signs and the deafening tone I'm on a lock like a
Yo, its me, Tobymac and I dont meanto trouble you Im feelin fresher than a night at the W You probably sayin you be hearin quite enough of you With God
They call us Diverse City, we're colorful good It's like a freak show in your neighborhood So, if you wanna praise you can come on down Cause this freak
Slackin' off like a bum, I'm feelin' ho hum I'm feelin' luke warm like the water in my tub Started out and we was hot, looked up and now we're not We
praying for desire Like the bunny on the screen feel so energized Old shell gone without a trace, new face No more shortness of breath, new pace Live life now without the taste of fear TOBYMAC
I know you keep a journal and every page is rippled From the tears that you cry, ain't no meanin' to your scribble Cause words can't describe what you
Every time I turn my back I get the feeling that I'm 'bout to take a shot to the skully with a bat I'm out of control, need you to fill my soul up And
I've played in L.A. and D.C., Manhattan and Sydney And Kingston, Jamaica where my Mandy was made It's 98 degrees in the straight-up shade I say I'm stickin
