Cry No More ft. Tylan1k Lyrics

So many times that they counted me out, uh

I ain't gon count it against em

I'm tryna count all my blessings but I do not got enough fingers to count

Jumpin' like church on a Sunday Holy Spirit got me T'd up

Don't you even get me going, don't you even get me talkin' bout Jesus

Talkin' bout the one who saved my soul, He the one who came out the tomb

I need the Son, it was dark in my heart like the other side of the moon

I'm cool on the blunt

I talk to the Most High, I don't get high no more

Old friends don't reply no more

But I can't cry no more

I know my name in the book

I know that He knows me well

Living in sin is like jail, I cannot rot in no cell

Ain't nothing hotter than Hell

Better give your life to Christ. You wait to long, it's no bail

Treasures in Heaven, I got a prize like Nobel

Can't say you living for Christ if nobody can tell

Reading reading

Get in that word cuz I need it for my heart like breathing

Demons creeping

Strapped with the word, ima kill 'em when I just start speaking.

Devil got a price on your head, he send them goons at you like sneezing

We are the salt of the world. Had a taste of the world and it need more season

New mind I can't cry no more

Slime I can't even lie no more

Hop on the beat I flow and I go

Old life I can't even slide no more

Payed the price we ain't gotta die no more

Got the gadget feeling like I'm go-go

Not magic know that my God gon show

Lil baby Christian but he had watch me grow

All that Fendi you drippin' it ain't change yo posture

Gotta watch out for anti christ the imposter

We came from the world but now we his fosters

I'm growing some dreads just like I'm a Rasta

I got close to Christ and then I had lost em

I turnt up for Christ and then I had mossed em

I turnt up for Christ and then I had mossed em holdup where the beat go

So many times that they counted me out, uh

I ain't gon' count it against em

I'm tryna count all my blessings but I do not got enough fingers to count

Jumpin' like church on a Sunday Holy Spirit got me T'd up

Don't you even get me going, don't you even get me talkin' bout Jesus

Talkin' bout the one who saved my soul, He the one who came out the tomb

I need the Son, it was dark in my heart like the other side of the moon

I'm cool on the blunt

I talk to the Most High, I don't get high no more

Old friends don't reply no more

But I can't cry no more