Sing it
Glory
above your bow
We give you the grace
We sing your praise
We give you the worship
We sing your praise We give you the worship
S.O.T.T.
offer burnouts Proud of my fans, all grown up
My friends out there, look at them
Why gang, what gang, all the same way
They say care about punch me,
man shake the mill,
bungee
Why now, I don't know, why do I get so dizzy
Yeah,
feelless,
mindless
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Feelless,
mindless
And I don't blame them
Glory above your bow We give you the grace We sing your praise
We give you the
worship We sing your praise
We give you the grace
We sing your praise
It was a fantasy,
guaranteed by my rapper *
Okay, this recipe, I was reading it, it was lame
I was evaluating,
I was falling for you,
rest in peace
Uh,
I don't wanna deal, I'm on a mental illness
I'm crazy about problems,
what I wanted was a pillow
Let's sing
And all of your down,
we give you the grace
We sing your praise