Текст песни Abny - Swoope , W.L.A.K. , Alex Faith

I wanna leave, but I gotta wait
The world asleep, but I'm wide awake
Living here is screwed up, I'm outta my mind
I'm living in the future, Marty McFly

They say when in Rome do what Romans do
But this isn't Rome so we do what Romans do
I ain't talking population, it's Romans 8
We gonna wait for the one alone on the throne to save
Us from distractions that could take our eyes off Jesus
With sin could leave me speechless
I ain't know what to say
Spirit intercede my speech for me I don't know how to pray
Maranatha, Maranatha it's the song of the saints
That's what we sing sing until he frees us
Until we hear that ring ring calling us home to be raised

Mind set on flesh, strife and grief
A mind set on the spirit homie is life in peace

Uhh, and that's something they could never take
From this love there's nothing that can separate

We at home in the father
Its gold in these jars, real treasure that waits on Heaven's day

I wanna leave, but I gotta wait
The world asleep, but I'm wide awake
Living here is screwed up, I'm outta my mind
I'm living in the future, Marty McFly

I'm at home already
I ain't gone but I'm ready
I'm at home already
I ain't gone but I'm ready

Hello to the world and we back on the grind
Living in a future state of mind
Free from the world so we leave behind
Everything beside the joy that we find
I tell ya I'm so outta here

They really think I'm crazy (psycho)
Spent a whole lotta' years
Life is being wasted
But I'm so alive now
It's like He pulled the sky down
I know what I look forward to

I think I could just die now
No for real, Jesus come and take me home
This world is breaking my heart
I know this ain't where I belong
But while I'm here, my burden is reflect the glory
Of the Son who died to save me from a hellish story

And I pray that the world will see their need for the one
Who created all these molecules, mountains, winds and waves
Planted the stars in the sky the moon and the sun
Are you starting to get the picture I'm painting here?
Bros are screaming Maranatha, He ain't staying here
Representing till He calls it off, then we outta here

Yeahh!, We Live As Kings
Uhhh, Got the first fruits of the glory thats coming over there
Suffering is apples & oranges, none of it compares
Satan is wrong and doomed, creation is grown into
I get past what I'm going through, by knowing where I'm going to
The world is on one, so I'm going too
Oh the saints is marching in yea I'm going too
What we got to fear homie?
Not death, we at the crib homie already but not yet