Put It Down

Lyrics

[Hook] Bring the praise, put it down Bring the praise, put it down Bring the praise, put it down Bring the praise, put it down Get your hands in the air like you really don't care Hands in the air like you really don't care Get your hands in the air like you really don't care Really don't, really don't, really don't care [Verse 1] You're looking at Jesus, you're looking at a Savior Looking at His peace bruh you're looking at praises Who know how they give it up and know how they get it in Couldn't keep the law but the Spirit keeps abiding like a citizen It is in Christ that I'm able to Say Jesus fills to the max like you ate enough Couldn't be straighter bruh no second guessing it This is no estimate, you got zero, God got the rest of it Yes I get sick of hearing how icy your neck could get Really you are ... It just so happens the only fashion is passing The holy standard is Jesus, perfect in all His actions So I'ma figure if indeed I brag When I'm vapor while the Savior has a diva swag And of course, on the corner there is swagger like us Coz the matter is we all got a swagger like dust [Verse 2] The praise goes up, something does come down Sorry me can't determine what it is, not my ground My hope in His character, there is a fountain that's filled With blood, plus good from the fountain that spilled To the lowest of the low, if you're low, get lower Coz I know about a flow of grace and know there's more Of what you need coz the tree wasn't all for me Coz all did fall in the hamartia Praise Him in the AM, hey I'm just saying why we delaying Praise him in the PM, we and a couple people who see Him As worthy, surely He is worthy, His mercy endureth As for the earth, He made the earth and of course He can cure it Most don't feel me but I flow so really You can know who I know coz He's oh so illy We are purchased, Jesus is the purchaser The purchaser of the worst sinners [Verse 3] I am with the psalmist, people oughta praise Him Praise him coz He'll place you in the Son like a raisin Being that He made them, raise them hands Death couldn't even faze Him, He patented that Raisin Bran And the Host of heaven know the most, then let Him Have a boasting session, then we'll go and rep Him To the full, that triune, full house triune Praise through the roof with the fullest volume Wait, just in case I'm erasing all doubt I got reasons we should praise for days, let's all shout Praise Him for electing us, calling us all out From the grave, Jesus raised, no crawling, He walked out His love's no fable, His favor's not all mouth Praise Him for knowing our record and throwing it all out Hear that, even though He is knowing we're all foul Threw our record out the court like throwing a ball out