I've never felt this way before And if I can't put to words
The way that I feel inside Then I, I guess I'll put my love in a song
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Okay the world loves to use you for your gifts
Yeah, pardon me but please excuse my French We, man was never made to be alone
Yeah, what can turn a house into a home Love is what we need, keep that in mind
If we went eye for eye, eventually the world would be blind
People drive you crazy, that's why you wear your seatbelt
Schedule that appointment for a little mental health
I was in the UC, shoot like number 23 Fat boy not from ida B but you might
Catch him cross the street Like church, church, church, church
I got tricks like Halloween, I move that back to Holy Week
I do that dance David's feet Make the world better when I leave
Make the world better for my seed I can't look back, I'm back on track
The doors are open, yeah, right hand dap We right on the map
Might hit the heart cause the B's in the trap Preach that church, I say facts
YE to the top and my friends say same I put that on Jesus name
I do get tired and weary but I know the mission keep calling me
Get closer to the king, you're right where you're supposed to be
If you're talking about joy then you know it's me
If you're talking about hope then you know it's me
I'ma take it where they don't believe I'ma take it to the T.O.P., yeah
And I don't care what they say Keep those devils out of my face, yo
Boy got it done with faith and not sight So we took it to the top, now do you know the light
And I didn't tell that mountain moon until I planted seeds
And I didn't find purpose until I found me I run each race, each stride with grace
Y.E. to the top, I know my place Thank God I ain't the old me
Shooting like a Kobe The left hand's the best hand
Better yet, you know me Young people love me
Haters keep hating But I just keep elating
I just keep it wavy
Friends of Sinners - Love Joy! (feat. Stephen Smith, Dubareno & Paige Wright) Lyrics
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I've never felt this way before And if I can't put to words
The way that I feel inside Then I, I guess I'll put my love in a song
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Okay the world loves to use you for your gifts
Yeah, pardon me but please excuse my French We, man was never made to be alone
Yeah, what can turn a house into a home Love is what we need, keep that in mind
If we went eye for eye, eventually the world would be blind
People drive you crazy, that's why you wear your seatbelt
Schedule that appointment for a little mental health
I was in the UC, shoot like number 23 Fat boy not from ida B but you might
Catch him cross the street Like church, church, church, church
I got tricks like Halloween, I move that back to Holy Week
I do that dance David's feet Make the world better when I leave
Make the world better for my seed I can't look back, I'm back on track
The doors are open, yeah, right hand dap We right on the map
Might hit the heart cause the B's in the trap Preach that church, I say facts
YE to the top and my friends say same I put that on Jesus name
I do get tired and weary but I know the mission keep calling me
Get closer to the king, you're right where you're supposed to be
If you're talking about joy then you know it's me
If you're talking about hope then you know it's me
I'ma take it where they don't believe I'ma take it to the T.O.P., yeah
And I don't care what they say Keep those devils out of my face, yo
Boy got it done with faith and not sight So we took it to the top, now do you know the light
And I didn't tell that mountain moon until I planted seeds
And I didn't find purpose until I found me I run each race, each stride with grace
Y.E. to the top, I know my place Thank God I ain't the old me
Shooting like a Kobe The left hand's the best hand
Better yet, you know me Young people love me
Haters keep hating But I just keep elating
I just keep it wavy
The way that I feel inside Then I, I guess I'll put my love in a song
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Okay the world loves to use you for your gifts
Yeah, pardon me but please excuse my French We, man was never made to be alone
Yeah, what can turn a house into a home Love is what we need, keep that in mind
If we went eye for eye, eventually the world would be blind
People drive you crazy, that's why you wear your seatbelt
Schedule that appointment for a little mental health
I was in the UC, shoot like number 23 Fat boy not from ida B but you might
Catch him cross the street Like church, church, church, church
I got tricks like Halloween, I move that back to Holy Week
I do that dance David's feet Make the world better when I leave
Make the world better for my seed I can't look back, I'm back on track
The doors are open, yeah, right hand dap We right on the map
Might hit the heart cause the B's in the trap Preach that church, I say facts
YE to the top and my friends say same I put that on Jesus name
I do get tired and weary but I know the mission keep calling me
Get closer to the king, you're right where you're supposed to be
If you're talking about joy then you know it's me
If you're talking about hope then you know it's me
I'ma take it where they don't believe I'ma take it to the T.O.P., yeah
And I don't care what they say Keep those devils out of my face, yo
Boy got it done with faith and not sight So we took it to the top, now do you know the light
And I didn't tell that mountain moon until I planted seeds
And I didn't find purpose until I found me I run each race, each stride with grace
Y.E. to the top, I know my place Thank God I ain't the old me
Shooting like a Kobe The left hand's the best hand
Better yet, you know me Young people love me
Haters keep hating But I just keep elating
I just keep it wavy
Writer: Stephen Smith
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