Lyrics In Your Arms - Shane T. Hoffmann

(Ain't dope ain't rented)
(Ain't dope ain't rented)
(Ain't dope ain't rented)
(Ain't dope ain't rented)
(Ain't dope ain't rented)
(Ain't dope ain't rented)

Lookin' at myself in the mirror
Ask him like "Why you so bitter?"
When they were prayin' on your downfall He delivered
I just can't, forget her

I haven't come to terms with "reality"
For all I know I'm in another galaxy
For all I know I'm the next tragedy
Too insane for your sanity

I preach the Gospel in the way I was meant to
Off the meds they gon' say I've gone mental
You won't control me, you don't own me
Singin' holy holy, ho-ho-ly

Heaven (722), I can't wait till I'm in Your arms
Heaven, I got two too many scars

The masons fucked up
When they left me alive now what's up
I'm on your neck like a chain
Till I hit the grave

You click with 6 I'm clique with 7
You better ask the pastor for intercession
'Cause most of y'all be possessed
Not just by man by demons no less

Heaven (722), I can't wait till I'm in Your arms
Heaven, I got two too many scars

Two too many scars
Two too many scars