High Above

Uh, uh, uh, uh, Lord, take us high cause we sick of lows

Truth be told, we know that seasons come and seasons go

One day we gon' see the Lord and stroll them streets of gold

Our bodies will see decay, but the grave can't take our souls

Uh-uh, nah, see we've been purchased homie, He got his name upon me

Beyond the surface homie

The king of kings, we've been cleaned, He got His scent upon me

Present help in a time of need, He never leaves me lonely

Uh, yeah, you hear them saints hummin

We want his fame buzzin' / We know the King's comin

Comin' back, run it back, I can tell you think we frontin