Heathen / The Great Gift At Work

Lyrics

[Part I: Heathen] [Verse 1: Jered Sanders] I don't always feel like waking up Sunday morning Know the Lord did it somewhere between the yawning Five days a week I'm stuck inside of an office 10% of my bread provided for offering Other 90% having me feeling nauseas Cars gas and bills having me picking coffins Next door neighbors drive MB's and Porches' M3's exhaust tips entrees and car trips They don't need keys for it My old blue whip paid 15 G's for it And it's a Nissan 100 thousand miles in gas barely econ-Standards, the A/C probably needing the Freon And we on Celine Dion status from Titanic Steady sing how the heart a go on This can bring me to cardiac slow songs and party hats It's all depending how I honor the throne But dog sometimes [Chorus: Jered Sanders] Said I be feeling like a heathen though (Heathen) Said I be feeling like a heathen though (Heathen) Said I be feeling like a heathen though (Heathen) And it was feeling all good just a week ago (Week ago) Said I be feeling like a heathen though (Heathen) Said I be feeling like a heathen though (Heathen) Said I be feeling like a heathen though But I still be believing though [Verse 2: Jered Sanders] Now I kind of feel like throwing mud in the water I don't really feel like going up to the altar, nah, man Everybody going and get reborn Need a little oil for searching all the free porn Yeah I'm feeling ashamed about it To make it worst, bruh, I don't remember the name out it Obey the thirst, but I don't know what I gained out it I'm playing hurt, 'cause I'm awaiting the flames about it You know the church folk, cussin' in the parking lot Tucking in they shirt though, fuss about your walk a lot Struggle with the first four commandments Trying to tell you what's good religion They be fat on the world but choose a new tradition And view the crucifixion like a backstage pass And prostitute the money like a back page ad But yo, we all need a little faith when believing Interceding God grace for the heathen You don't hear me though [Chorus: Jered Sanders] Said I be feeling like a heathen though (Heathen) Said I be feeling like a heathen though (Heathen) Said I be feeling like a heathen though (Heathen) And it was feeling all good just a week ago (Week ago) Said I be feeling like a heathen though (Heathen) Said I be feeling like a heathen though (Heathen) Said I be feeling like a heathen though But I still be believing though [Verse 3: Jered Sanders] I ain't trying to do a number two on the pulpits Sometimes I be shooting the bullets Sometimes in thoughts I be stressing Be apart of a larger question If I'm really checking the booklet Cause I be trying to count it all joy When I'm counted all out I be calm and all coy but I'm in the dog house Cause I'm shy about my sin when everybody watching And I lie about my sin when everybody jocking And I ain't alone either And you don't need to be a palm reader Just to see dry bones in need of Jesus I'm in your phone speakers or your froam tweeters But if your pulpit the couch stay at home preacher Cause I don't need your judging If you ain't scuffing up your own sneakers You praying for me if I'm upside down, cause if not Then you can probably take a couple seats then Standing on the shoreline while a brother sinking You need to repent homie [Chorus: Jered Sanders] Said I be feeling like a heathen though (Heathen) Said I be feeling like a heathen though (Heathen) Said I be feeling like a heathen though (Heathen) And it was feeling all good just a week ago (Week ago) Said I be feeling like a heathen though (Heathen) Said I be feeling like a heathen though (Heathen) Said I be feeling like a heathen though But I still be believing though [Part II: The Great Gift At Work] [Verse 1: Jered Sanders] I ain't a new jack to it just trying to find the fruit They trying to do trap music trying to design the root Behind the booth I define the truth And refine the youth Unify the troops Shooting for designer coups They talking about the birds flying from the trap And chasing after plaques steady clapping at the staff Yelling how they yapping real raps absent on they craft Then wave ride and plagiarize chapters in they pad Uh, Nah my God gooder than that And the best cup of Kool-aid got the sugar intact But the rap fact is the higher messiah the only chance When the arms up don't shoot turn into holy hands The spirit of God lifted for show ya right with I'm wishing the preachers would take up they own advice In their prayer closet, Spirit moving like poltergeist Pray to up hold the light And sway'em from wrong to right God They light speaking through the smoke likes its Zordon Then let them feel so calm being a oxymoron Like an Auto commercial on the television Society mocking the word they rebel the system It's monkey see monkey do these days That ain't a slur though, Pimps in fur coats Giving more than members in church clothes I ain't saying neither is right the story hurt bro They all got to drink in they cup sorta like Kirko Bang! The truth blowing they brains sort of like Kirk though It's why I'm always stomping his head Something that Kirk know all about But don't get it twisted ain't throwing dirt yo We all trying to get to the finish and trying to work bro I pray you find grace from the remnant and the church folk 'Cause sinners at the end get it worse, yo', run it back I pray you find grace from the church folk 'Cause sinners at the end get it worse, yo' Praise God