Correction Lyrics Sinners by Skrip

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Verse 1:

It's not like me to be a young boy
Me I'm a grown man, you hear me
It's not like me to feel lost in the sauce thinking I'm a boss
When God knows the plan
It's not like me, no it's not like me (x2)
It's not like me to think I'd never change
Cause there's no telling who I might be in my brain
I'm just tired of all the lies
Tired of all these sins
Fake friends, friendships break and then they mend
Shake hands but it feels like it's pretend
I'm mad at all these e-mails I never send
It's how to love when you feel like they'll turn against you
It almost makes you feel like you wishing they never met you
When you getting slain ain't nobody one there to catch you
I just know God is who I need to get to

Chorus:

Father forgive us
We're all sinners
So we lift our hands and say God
We surrender, surrender

Verse 2:

Does it even really matter all the shows I do is popping
All the charts that I am topping
Does it even matter all this knowledge I am dropping
All the while you searching for His presence
Like you Christmas shopping
Why, are these the days of our lives
We just trying to survive
Suited up like a Pavarotti
I'm singing a different tune
While the world is heading for doom
Just stop me
Yall see what I've been doing
Yall see what I've been posting
Everybody been looking
Everybody keep boasting
What it is America start praying
Where all my people while these young bodies is laying
Shot town, Chi-city, mind called to grow
Harvest is plentiful so many souls
Time to make a move
It's getting out of control
There's always going to be thorns when you preaching he rose

Chorus:

Father forgive us
We're all sinners
So we lift our hands and say God
We surrender, surrender

Verse 3:

Everybody wanna be right
Everybody at church on Sunday
Shoutin' Jesus Christ
Catwalking down the runway to eternal life
Everybody thinking they living that's why they sleep at night
Against the very people that God made, God saves
Those who he's called we assume that we know his way
And we say things like we know who saved
Pointing the finger from the standpoint of perfection
We don't miss behave
Everybody gotta a lot to type, gotta lot to say
But when it comes to talking to God
They don't know what to pray
Everybody wanna follow hype
But when it dies down and the tax fade
All they see is a black shade
But you a slave for thinking you ain't the same
Assuming the throne that reigns
You ain't God you a pain
You claim the King
But forget the same blood in his vains
Was shed for those who would beckon his name

Chorus:

Father forgive us
We're all sinners
So we lift our hands and say God
We surrender, surrender

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