Mouthpi3ce - Give Him More lyrics

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hey say it's all a dream, but I say He's more.

He caught my fall before I hit the floor.

He took blame for it when it was my fault.

From this day forward I promise to give Him more.

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I promise to give You more, more of my time,

More from my music, bodied in every line

Glory from every rhyme and song that I wrote

No it's not Mouth it's Christ that's really dope

I just sharin' the hope that's written in every quote,

Indicated and read every word that He spoke

I don't give a dang about winnin' the Grammies

If I did I would punt it and give it to the pope

Power of the Holy Ghost, feel it coast to coast

He's a phenomenon so why I brag or boast

So I boast about Him even when I doubt Him

He still moves mountains and that's no joke

And when I call on Him He's never no show

The reason why I never have to call the po-po

Gangsta and I don't even own a fo' fo'

Somebody tell the Devil I ain't playin' no more

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I promise to give You more, my face flat on the floor

This is not a new dance this is how I worship the Lord

All in one accord, put your hands in the air

Praise the mighty God who gave us clothes to wear

And endured the pain that punch we couldn't bear

Separate the sheep from goat, wheat from tare

Those that just act, and those that really care

Those that just rap and those that really share

It's more than glitz and glitter, big whips and houses

So many broken homes, dudes switchin' spouses

No more tables, now you're flippin' coaches

My God is able, scream whose the loudest

I'm on in every area but bein' the proudest

Death to that pride that gotta come about us

Ride with the King, till the day that we bouncin'

Until dead I'm forever sippin' from His fountain

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I don't think they understand, to You, I really owe it all

The strength in my baby girl's legs to crawl

The breath in my lungs to talk and exhale

The rent, the money I owe my next tail

The healin' to the scars on my knees when I feel

The favor that You showed in jail in my cell

The case that got dropped, the money for the bail

The three years of marriage me and my wife held

The days near divorce will no longer prevail

The heaven You promised when it's all over and not hell

I cannot withheld so I'ma serve Christ

Like Fishscale from Atlanta to Oregon Trail

Can't you tell I'm so set free indeed?

(I've got) The power of God so no I don't need no weed

Try my God and you can be connected to Three,

The Trinity, for eternity

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