Lletres: Lecrae. After The Music Stops. Run.
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You know your boy, Crae, running for the prize, I'm gunnin'/the one that dont rust or break all of a sudden/The Holy Spirit got your boy doin' a dozen/Push up, push up, come on, work it out cousin/I run from the flesh/it be tryin' to rise/and I'm done with livin' gettin' drunk and high/I'm a son of El Shaddai, the most High, who most def want me to do more then get by/I look in the sky and I'm so inspired, to run for a God whose my soul's desire/my sole desire to run for Jesus/and give Him all the credit like I run for visa/I'm done with pieces/I found my dime/I run to the wife that the Lord provided and we decided that we would run together for God's glory alone homie we ain't lyin'/ I run to the Word cause my soul is thirsty/no runnin from affliction though they may hurt me/I do preach wrath but I speak on mercy and grace by faith, you can call me churchy
Run, this is your race, boy. Run, don't stop.
Run til your blood vessels bust like a glock
Run like a Nascar run round the track
Run, boy, run, boy,
Naw I ain't sweaty and my breaths pretty steady/My feet don't hurt and my legs ain't heavy/I'm still in the marathon, I keep the pace steady/Temptation is quick/but the Spirit stay ready/my eyes on the prize/yeah, they fixed on Christ/Hydrated in the Word but the joints are tight/that's why I get with a coach, who can stretch your boy/who can push, pull, train me and test your boy/and blooka , blooka yeah you heard the gun that means run off the blocks, run!/ The Son is where I stay focused/ Avoiding sin and I pass the baton to the faithful men/ and we never run in vain or for finite prizes/so when the race is done there will be no surprises/ The world says quit/we ain't tryin' to hear it/cause to quench our sin's thirst is to quench the Spirit
We still in it, dawg/We can't quit, ya'll/all my cousins who runnin wanna stick wid it, ya'll/Jezebel is jumpin/your path, you best run/They tempting you to puff, puff, pass/you best run/keep ya kicks laced, get your grips straight before you quit, you kick, this is the big race/forget a medal man it's bigger than that/forget a 4.2 40 man you're quicker than that/the Holy Spirit got the breath you breathe so if the cramps kick in, it's the all the breath you need/wait on the Lord to renew you man/don't stop, keep going, you can do this man/keep the Word in your grip, keep the Word on your lips, keep a tight knit Christlike crew for fellowship/ and before you see the end and the race is done, find some people who are seekin' and teach em to run
(Thanks to Ebony for these lyrics)
You know your boy, Crae, running for the prize, I'm gunnin'/the one that dont rust or break all of a sudden/The Holy Spirit got your boy doin' a dozen/Push up, push up, come on, work it out cousin/I run from the flesh/it be tryin' to rise/and I'm done with livin' gettin' drunk and high/I'm a son of El Shaddai, the most High, who most def want me to do more then get by/I look in the sky and I'm so inspired, to run for a God whose my soul's desire/my sole desire to run for Jesus/and give Him all the credit like I run for visa/I'm done with pieces/I found my dime/I run to the wife that the Lord provided and we decided that we would run together for God's glory alone homie we ain't lyin'/ I run to the Word cause my soul is thirsty/no runnin from affliction though they may hurt me/I do preach wrath but I speak on mercy and grace by faith, you can call me churchy
Run, this is your race, boy. Run, don't stop.
Run til your blood vessels bust like a glock
Run like a Nascar run round the track
Run, boy, run, boy,
Naw I ain't sweaty and my breaths pretty steady/My feet don't hurt and my legs ain't heavy/I'm still in the marathon, I keep the pace steady/Temptation is quick/but the Spirit stay ready/my eyes on the prize/yeah, they fixed on Christ/Hydrated in the Word but the joints are tight/that's why I get with a coach, who can stretch your boy/who can push, pull, train me and test your boy/and blooka , blooka yeah you heard the gun that means run off the blocks, run!/ The Son is where I stay focused/ Avoiding sin and I pass the baton to the faithful men/ and we never run in vain or for finite prizes/so when the race is done there will be no surprises/ The world says quit/we ain't tryin' to hear it/cause to quench our sin's thirst is to quench the Spirit
We still in it, dawg/We can't quit, ya'll/all my cousins who runnin wanna stick wid it, ya'll/Jezebel is jumpin/your path, you best run/They tempting you to puff, puff, pass/you best run/keep ya kicks laced, get your grips straight before you quit, you kick, this is the big race/forget a medal man it's bigger than that/forget a 4.2 40 man you're quicker than that/the Holy Spirit got the breath you breathe so if the cramps kick in, it's the all the breath you need/wait on the Lord to renew you man/don't stop, keep going, you can do this man/keep the Word in your grip, keep the Word on your lips, keep a tight knit Christlike crew for fellowship/ and before you see the end and the race is done, find some people who are seekin' and teach em to run
(Thanks to Ebony for these lyrics)