Текст песни Psalm 51 Again - Greg B

It's like I just can't get it right
I'm stuck in Psalm 51
All for the price of a good night
Don't even know what Psalm 52 look like

I'm in Psalm 51 again
I thought I already won against
This sin that still wants to come against
The Holy Spirit's dominance
It's a battle for my soul and I'm wondering
Which one of them is gonna win
I said that I was gon' repent
But I find myself stumbling
From the temptation that was coming in
Against the Holy Spirit's Dominance
It's a battle for my soul and I'm wondering
Which one of them is gonna win

See I was born in sin, shaped in iniquity
Bathsheba from the roof, I seen her out my periphery
She was looking cute; I told my men have her sent to me
So, I brought her to my room and spit game like a soliloquy
Fireworks and trumpets, music sound a symphony
Kicking in her stomach. She was having a kid with me
Uriah was her husband, so my men did the hit for me
And It wasn't about nothin until Nathan convicted me
Fast forward to today we in the 21st Century
Bathsheba put on yoga pants and turned into Brittany
She looked me in the eyes, it was the way that she tempted me
And my flesh would never lie, so I just knew it was meant to be
She was looking good, I bought her necklace from Tiffany's
Took her to my hood and we watched Netflix and Disney
I wanted to do good, but we just had so much Chemistry
And my sin it got me booked, I'm back in the penitentiary

I'm in Psalm 51 again
I thought I already won against
This sin that still wants to come against
The Holy Spirit's dominance
It's a battle for my soul and I'm wondering
Which one of them is gonna win
I said that I was gon' repent
But I find myself stumbling
From the temptation that was coming in
Against the Holy Spirit's Dominance
It's a battle for my soul and I'm wondering
Which one of them is gonna win

Lord, birth something from this pain, so I don't go through it in vain
I see the throne of grace, but I just can't get over the shame
I play the victim, but it's really only me I can blame
I'm charged with blood guiltiness against the Lamb who was slain
I'm trampling on the blood as if it was a puddle of rain
I know down in my gut I really need my heart to be changed
You get me out this one, I promise never do it again
I said that the last time, but please believe me the same
Wash me Lord. Purge me with the hyssop making me clean
Hell is hot like Arizona, rest in peace John McCain
Marijuana and Corona, just escaping the pain
I had some drama and some trauma, landed me in these chains
My baby momma. She be trippin, think I need a restraint
I'm double-minded, thoughts be slippin like a need a new brain
A sober mind and clear vision. I ain't going insane
Lord, I need to be acquitted; cuz they got me arraigned

How did I land on this page
It's like I'm trapped in a maze
And every turn is a mistake
And I just can't find the escape
Praying that the cycle break
Searching for a brighter day
And I'm looking for the way
Lord, I need the throne of grace