Jesus. ft. Adam L. As Himself & Sheila D. Norman Lyrics

He said, I am the way and the truth and the life.

Can't exhume him - can't ruin Him - not with no crucifix,

Not with no whips or no nooses that you could devise

Ain't loops in this so you could just twist and just twist

Trying to tighten what's loose but it kinda just proves

That your losing your grip

But a tighter grip is what Yeshua provides

An environment in which I Am is truant's a lie

From the fires of Lucifer's hive.

And I find that it's fueled by

My Messiah's refusal to die.

72 hours - a heavenly view.

Flowers don't ever see bloom without His acceptance.

So now we give reverence - abound in His blessings. He's Jesus.

The heavens declare Your Glory

And the skies above proclaim

Your goodness goes before me

I'm the handy work you made

I cry Jesus

Tell me something too good to deny

Rufus, Rufus, the roof is on fire.

And I find that it's fueled by

My Messiah's refusal to die

I cry Jesus

To whom can I cry?

To whom can I cry?

To whom can I cry?

To whom can I cry?

Jesus, thats the battle cry.

Subtract whatever from the team if its Adonai (add an I)

I wouldn't bat an eye at Him, Adam knows thats a nice way to

Get outta bounds when a passengers' saddle's high.

I'd rather see baskets Sooner than back in Seattle Why

whenever we travel we passing Sonic we matter times

Energy snacking light on the enemy having drive within means

I'm cumulostratus y'all have to track my data on satellites.

I know ain't no easy battles.

I would rather be out of my gourd than Adam the apple guy

My Macbook's immaculate matter fact I might have a bite.

I pray that my music will make the most of my appetite.

I pray what consumes me in time is mostly metabolized

But mostly I agonize - I'm homeostatic so don't bring no static

That is why I'm packing my cashmere up in the attic for zapping like

Roger - its probably camouflage or its black and white.

You heard me say Stratus right? I'm dodging each draft I write.

I had it all wrong - Submission's stronger than sacrifice

I'm a dog with a cat-o-nine tails (tales)

Let me tell you the epilogue is a nail biter

Hell tried to capture my soul

My passage lies solely on the path that Christ chose.

Now I'm back on my toes - trying to calculate what I owe

Between my mac and my phone its on the tip of my tongue

Like it's attached to my throat. Whoa.

I cry Jesus

To Whom can I cry

To Whom can I cry

To Whom can I cry

I cry Jesus

To Whom can I cry

To Whom can I cry

To Whom can I cry

I cry Jesus

An environment in which I Am is truant's a lie

From the fires of Lucifer's hive

And I find that it's fueled by

My Messiah's refusal to die

I cry Jesus

To Whom can I cry

To Whom can I cry

To Whom can I cry

Jesus

Tell me something too good to deny

Rufus, Rufus, the roof is on fire.

And I find that it's fueled by

My Messiah's refusal to die

To Whom can I cry

To Whom can I cry

To Whom can I cry

To Whom can I cry

Jesus

And I find that it's fueled by

My Messiah's refusal to die

I cry Jesus

I cry Jesus

Tell me something too good to deny