Текст песни Ghost - Tank McCoy

I dont wanna feel the lows so I be praying to the most high
My enemys do the most God bless em in they whole life
I dont wanna feel the lows so I be living in my scripture
But if I gotta feel the lows I know its lessons being given

Got made folks I pray for
God built me no Legos
Rich broke no pesos
Still smile and give praise though
Why do that God say so
Out late no way bro
I stay home and lay low
With my kiddos and my dame though
Dang sure I aint unhappy with my life
Got a mattress and a roof and aint no lacking in my wife
So we packing it in tight you can come and join the huddle
Quarterback is Jesus and our coaches voice is thunder
So please enjoy the plunder as we travel to our Canan
Its already been done when the Lord proceeds to say it
He′ll release you from your doubts
So leave them with your hatred
Cleave to God devout believe that he will change it
Leave all your impatience and know that youre important
God paid the price we never could afford it
So Im happy with my portion God has give me daughters
How we sposed to thirst when we got this living water

I dont wanna lose control so I be fighting with temptation
I aint Finn lose my soul over flights and vacations
I dont wanna lose control just perfecting my progression
You know God got my soul king corrected my direction

I dont wanna feel the lows so I be praying to the most high
My enemys do the most God bless em in they whole life
I dont wanna feel the lows so I be living in my scripture
But if I gotta feel the lows I know its lessons being given

Faith without works is dead
You the last to rise but the first to bed
To hurt ye heel the serpents sent
He'll work ye zeal just to hurt ye head
So I aint never finna let the devil revil in his victory
Remember God had said that I should never let him get to me
Righteousness prevails through persecution throughout history
Sacred geometry Gods perfect symmetry
And excuse me if you can not see the imagery
Cause if you in the world then you probably is not into me
No diss to me my father is my audience
A gift to me he gave me so I praise him in my body with
Reverance put life into my sentences
Satan planted strife and pain God had came and ended i
Khajvibulin with my soul God had straight defended it
Jesus working on my heart my flesh Im still contending with