(feat. Tedashii) VERSE 1: TRIP LEE Some folx gone call us insane cause we don't spit to get change No grills, chains or big rings that just aint how
(feat. Lecrae) CHORUS: TRIP LEE Forget about the cash, Forget about the clothes Forget about the stash, Forget about the dough Forget about the cars
base them/ on how the Lord can get His glory/ out the situation It says in Proverbs ???/ His glory is our purpose/ so if we living for ourselves/ our life is truly worthless Chorus Trip Lee
Verse 1: Hey, you crazy if you think you can grasp The eternal ruler who is first and is last Reigns in the present, and He reigned in the past Who is
it?s the life of Christ your soul?s been missing I can?t stress enough the fact that love will never end It?s eternal better than this other stuff
And to see the things you capable of Yes, I'm embracin ya love, Father you faithful and just Yes, I'm saved by ya blood, and more than grateful for what
He showed me, He ordered my steps Man what a privilege to be one of the Lord's elect :Ambassador: If it wasn't for you Trip, I wouldn't be tripping on
Verse 1: Yeah we was born sinners man, dead in the flesh Unfamiliar with the Lord's livin man, He bled to the death But we love our sin instead of Him
and take a trip out I make you niggaz jump up bitches they want to love us Open in all over my clit straight watching the niggaz cum up Other bitches
at she accessive look at her extra manziem dem other niggas trippin' im gonna bring her right to her knees he chose me im a don call me don call lee
bunch of mother fuckers Who hate the world just as much as each other And I ain't leavin' this party tonight Till I see some naked bitches dancin' around drunk touchin' each other
thank Evil Graham Lee, Elvis Presley, Nick Coler, Jesus loves you, Fleetwood Mac, Acker Bilk and all other communicators around the world who contributed
whack niggaz ship out Harbor the jet go on vacation and take a trip out I make you niggaz jump up bitches they want to love us Open in all over my clit straight watching the niggaz cum up Other
HEARD YR NAME THE OTHER DAY IT'S BEEN A LONG LONG TIME ANCIENT HISTORY SOME WOULD SAY ANOTHER STATE OF MIND YOU SMELL OF MEMORY FELT TIP'D ELECTRIC CHILDE
the 3rd Coast creepin' 'round the corner Rockin' birds, sippin' serb, puffin' marijuana Screwed-Up Click roll deep and we kick it Down South Pop the lip, try to trip
Trucker, another bunch of mother fuckers Who hate the world as much as each other And I ain't leaving this party tonight Till I see some naked bitches dancin' around, drunk, touchin' each other
trying to catch me slipping I ain't tripping, grain ain't the only thing that I'm gripping Boys jacking with these tow trucks, thinking they slick But take a trip to South Lee
a women 'cause you way bad the only thing i really give you is all your water and gas you roll around the block i let your voice knock and other girls
