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Seneca Tyree - The Press Lyrics



Seneca Tyree - The Press Lyrics




I can't see the son cuz it's night time
Starving for his fruit but not connected to the right vine
Oh just a taste of your glory I'll be quite fine
Please close my heart from depression and the nice wine
Every liquor shot still remind of the sin of I got
Promises overpowering from the power in
The all spark feeling so strong look how long it's been
Transform
Feeling King Kong but I'm counterfeit
Several years I've been living saved but can't count on it
Any day I can catch the fade If I'm out of it
Sleeping while I'm woke
Day dreaming what chu spoke
I'm the watchman on the tower going on awol on my post
I'm responsible for folks share the light give em hope
Keep my feelings to the side
Get them fishes off the boat
Get em' clean
No division
Give em' wisdom for their soul
Keep my fellowship with brothers who got kingdom minded goals
Recognizing were the sinners
Citizens to the throne
Casting crowns before your feet
Don't wanna be left alone
Iam Mordecai being modified into gold
I'm the potter's clay Lord hear the cry of my soul
Rebel to the culture
Compromising with vultures
Hypocritn' ditchin' missions
My petitions ain't over
Walk in forgiveness
So my mind can be sober
Or clog my arteries with grudges til' my casket is lowered
But thats the plan of the enemy
The fang of the cobra
Make a choice to loose my voice or give my hands
To the sower
I'm engraved in the palms of the healing balm through psalms
Yahweh my hiding place
Deliverance through song
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I can't see the son cuz it's night time
Starving for his fruit but not connected to the right vine
Oh just a taste of your glory I'll be quite fine
Please close my heart from depression and the nice wine
Every liquor shot still remind of the sin of I got
Promises overpowering from the power in
The all spark feeling so strong look how long it's been
Transform
Feeling King Kong but I'm counterfeit
Several years I've been living saved but can't count on it
Any day I can catch the fade If I'm out of it
Sleeping while I'm woke
Day dreaming what chu spoke
I'm the watchman on the tower going on awol on my post
I'm responsible for folks share the light give em hope
Keep my feelings to the side
Get them fishes off the boat
Get em' clean
No division
Give em' wisdom for their soul
Keep my fellowship with brothers who got kingdom minded goals
Recognizing were the sinners
Citizens to the throne
Casting crowns before your feet
Don't wanna be left alone
Iam Mordecai being modified into gold
I'm the potter's clay Lord hear the cry of my soul
Rebel to the culture
Compromising with vultures
Hypocritn' ditchin' missions
My petitions ain't over
Walk in forgiveness
So my mind can be sober
Or clog my arteries with grudges til' my casket is lowered
But thats the plan of the enemy
The fang of the cobra
Make a choice to loose my voice or give my hands
To the sower
I'm engraved in the palms of the healing balm through psalms
Yahweh my hiding place
Deliverance through song
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Writer: SENECA BANKSTON
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Written by: SENECA BANKSTON

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