More Of You

Lyrics

[Intro] You, more of You I need more of You [Verse 1: Hulvey] Let's go I need more of You I'm undone when I walk in the door to You You been speakin' I'm done with ignoring You Lord, I'm ready to step in the war with You It's some people You told me to pour into Like why does my mind try to border You? Let me look at the veil that You tore in two Who gon' lead to freedom, it's only You I wake up at seven and scroll 'til eleven When I know I should be adoring You I look back and repent I can't worship no idols Then walk in and kneel on the floor with You I'm tryna live what I'm rappin' on We on a team where wе do what The Captain on Be what I see I can't look up to Babylon I'm tryna speak with my lifе when they babble on He's so holy Yeah, He comin' back gonna fall Straight to our knees and we all finna crawl to the King Finna praise Him like ain't no tomorrow There ain't one I lay down my life to The Great One He stepped on the neck of the snake one He gave me a glass of His love I drank one [Chorus: Hulvey] I need, I need some more, yeah (Of Jesus in my life 'cause I can't) I need, I need some more, yeah (Of Jesus in my life 'cause I can't waiver—) I need, I need some more, yeah (Of Jesus in my life 'cause I can't stop) I need, I need some more, yeah [Verse 2: Aha Gazelle] Hold on, uh Need a couple more days by the pool Need a place where I don't need a tool More grace 'cause I stay breaking rules Gold chains 'cause I can't afford jewels I need more than handshakes, fake grins I need more than pine-sol for my sins I need more than just racks, where the M's at? How you even get jacked, where your real friends at? Need some more of people who don't just say that they love me But when the time come they gon' actually show up Not just texting to keep a connection 'Cause they got the message that I'm finna blow up Kick me out, said I'm not really Christian 'cause I blow prescription And I was like hold up, all that walking around like you flawless Is making me nauseous in here finna throw up All I see is the kids, with no demonstrations of grownups who actually grow up Not pretending you're perfect, but maybe admittin' that really you actually tore-up From the floor up, I don't need nothing back when I show love Why you waitin' on blessings to come down All you need is more praises to go up [Outro: Hulvey] You, more of You I need some more I need more of You I need some more I need some more