Grace Lyrics

I'm a cloud surfer, dream chaser, and a hard worker Sunrise filled with tequila, now we

Getting turnt up Weed up in the blunt, now the end is getting

Burnt up Got the toolie with me, plus I got a little

Surplus For the sus lurkers, trying to send the opps

To Irkus When I touch your chest, oh baby, I ain't

Trying to burp you A boss with it, clean your clock, punching

Into work you You're underneath the paramedic pad, and

Start to jerking They try to bring you back, but I don't think

It's even working Or even worth it if he's breathing, he's an

Evil person An evil version, seeping sick and in perversion

They tried to find themself, but now the angel's soul searching

They callin' asrael, deaths angel only got one purpose

Depth of your problems, only solve them underneath the surface

Seeking for a higher power, meet him, then you feel the nervous

Standing in the face of grace, leave your feelings of worth

Oh, you thought that somehow the pathway to the divine was hard

It ain't hard, baby, you just gotta be relaxed

You ain't gotta go all orthodox First of all, they doing it wrong, baby

Lost in these streets so deep up in the potholes

Through the broken lines ohyea where we lost folks

Tubes under pressure, treads blow, then we lose control

They with the angels now, we gotta let them go

So when you're down, you know you gotta stand up

Dreaming big, soon you need to draw your plans up

Weight of the world moving, you need a hand truck

Never losing sight ever of what the plan was

Ashes to ashes, I'm in the wind with the dust

Passion to cash in from God is who I trust

My halo is tarnished, but it's far from surface rust

A few things on it, not as bright as it once was

I'm shining the light in the darkness where you coming from

Cover charges paid from a man with some pierced palms

I practice what I preach from 33 of psalms

That's why I know I'm chosen to write psalms

Your path of your path, baby, the divine is there

You just gotta get to him

Whether a ladder or elevator, baby, as long as you still rising

Over the horizon, you're there

I'm shining the light in the darkness where you coming from

Cover charges paid from a man with some pierced palms

I practice what I preach from 33 of psalms

That's why I know I'm chosen to write psalms

You just gotta get to him

Whether a ladder or elevator, baby, the divine is there

You just gotta get to him

Oh, you gotta get to him

Oh, you gotta get to him

Oh, you gotta get to him