I Will Not Stop ft. Cutright Lyrics

I aint got it all together by a lot

But imperfections qualify me for the spot

Another day another mercy knuckle up

I know that God still cookin' up the pot

And if He's for me I ain't worried bout no opp

I will not stop

I will not stop

I will not stop

I will not stop

No the flames do not own me

Pressing through the struggle but the pain wont control me

Wrestle off these demons all my life I'm Mick Foley

Trying to pin me under but I tagged in to the rock

Mark a dead man as holy

Wont be tweaking though the heat this season's sky high

Mustard seed believing in this Jesus keep my mind right

Devil plant the lies and try to mock you when the fruit grows

God leaves the 99 to meet doubting 1s with 2 holes

I am not running to prove anybody wrong

I am running to honor who put me on

Not banking on man's approval

I ain't checking for whoever wrote me off

It's not about who's against us, didn't get us or offended us

But driven by who is in us, who is for us, He is with us

And He knows all of the pieces the dark and indecent yet still

Called us as his people that call is our reason to build

Made strong in our weakness gave power to be what he wills

Ima conquer this hill and though

I aint got it all together by a lot

But imperfections qualify me for the spot

Another day another mercy knuckle up

I know that God still cookin' up the pot

And if He's for me I ain't worried bout no opp

I will not stop

I will not stop

I will not stop

I will not stop

Can't stop wont stop, coulda been in State Property

Sitting in a box with a bunch of numbers, but aint nobody playing lottery

Yet He scratched off on my ticket, mercy was the Power Play

It was thru Alpha and Omega Millions, had a big check we aint gotta pay

But this life still Taxin, Turbo how days past

Boo things turn Fast X, cause the red flags that I raced pass

Oldman start emerging see? So I knew Had to break glass

Got euthanize like a babysitter, just to kill em dead had 2 pray, fast

Yes! I will endure, even when I been a pile manure

Cause if keep all my oohs secret, How my brothers get outta the sewer

I'm Messi but I know the goal, got losses at home and on the road

Got stuck in cycles, been thru loads

But Jesus hung So I'll never fold

On that energy cause the enemy, still reminds me who I was

Nah I can't scrub it from my memory, but it's been washed by the blood

SoI aint talking bout sneakers when I tell you I need every drop

Cause honestly, the truth is

I aint got it all together by a lot

But imperfections qualify me for the spot

Another day another mercy knuckle up

I know that God still cookin' up the pot

And if He's for me I ain't worried bout no opp

I will not stop

I will not stop

I will not stop

I will not stop

I will not stop / I am on my way

I will not stop / I am on my way

I will not stop / I am on my way

I will not stop / I am on my way

I will not stop / I am on my way / Keep pressing, he's workin

I will not stop / I am on my way / Keep pressing, he's workin

I will not stop / I am on my way / Keep pressing, he's workin

I will not stop / I am on my way / Keep pressing, he's workin

When running around to appointments has me exhausted

On days where there's much to say but I'm tired of talking

A fast, unhealthy way through the day don't seem so appalling

Because making it out of the bed some mornings feels like warring

And that hovering bag of grief just drizzles a little

The hurt from what I've never seen just sizzles just a little

I'm reminded grace is sufficient, the spirit aint fickle

And feel the potters hand shifting to chisel a little

He's working in and through me know my help is from the hills, 10

Toes from the bottom overcoming's understood, yeah

Weapons formed, he let a couple ring off in the storm

To kill my faith, but what meant to divorce only reinforced

It didn't prosper

And wont live here cynical heartless

Enemy wanna get tentacles on but

To the spirit I'm umbilical hostage

Word of God my rabbinical, biblical

Brought through ecumenical council

Bullets all struck out

Devil want his pitch back

But I ain't running no option

Christ is the keeper and no he aint stop

With blood in his eyes he had thorns in his top

Vacated glory enduring the cross

So I'm bearing mine Imma press till I drop