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lirik lagu heathen / the great gift at work – jered sanders

[verse 1: jered sanders]
i don’t always feel like waking up sunday morning
know the lord did it somewhere between the yawning
five days a week i’m stuck inside of an office
10% of my bread provided for offering
other 90% having me feeling nauseas
cars gas and bills having me picking coffins
next door neighbors drive mb’s and porches’
m3’s exhaust tips entrees and car trips
they don’t need keys for it
my old blue whip paid 15 g’s for it
and it’s a nissan 100 thousand miles in gas barely econ-standards, the a/c probably needing the freon
and we on celine dion status from t-tanic
steady sing how the heart a go on
this can bring me to cardiac slow songs and party hats
it’s all depending how i honor the throne
but dog sometimes

[chorus: jered sanders]
said i be feeling like a heathen though (heathen)
said i be feeling like a heathen though (heathen)
said i be feeling like a heathen though (heathen)
and it was feeling all good just a week ago (week ago)
said i be feeling like a heathen though (heathen)
said i be feeling like a heathen though (heathen)
said i be feeling like a heathen though
but i still be believing though

[verse 2: jered sanders]
now i kind of feel like throwing mud in the water
i don’t really feel like going up to the altar, nah, man
everybody going and get reborn
need a little oil for searching all the free p-rn
yeah i’m feeling ashamed about it
to make it worst, bruh, i don’t remember the name out it
obey the thirst, but i don’t know what i gained out it
i’m playing hurt, ’cause i’m awaiting the flames about it
you know the church folk, cussin’ in the parking lot
tucking in they shirt though, fuss about your walk a lot
struggle with the first four commandments
trying to tell you what’s good religion
they be fat on the world but choose a new tradition
and view the crucifixion like a backstage p-ss
and prost-tute the money like a back page ad
but yo, we all need a little faith when believing
interceding god grace for the heathen
you don’t hear me though

[verse 3: jered sanders]
i ain’t trying to do a number two on the pulpits
sometimes i be shooting the bullets
sometimes in thoughts i be stressing
be apart of a larger question
if i’m really checking the booklet
cause i be trying to count it all joy
when i’m counted all out
i be calm and all coy but i’m in the dog house
cause i’m shy about my sin when everybody watching
and i lie about my sin when everybody jocking
and i ain’t alone either
and you don’t need to be a palm reader
just to see dry bones in need of jesus
i’m in your phone speakers or your froam tweeters
but if your pulpit the couch stay at home preacher
cause i don’t need your judging
if you ain’t scuffing up your own sneakers
you praying for me if i’m upside down, cause if not
then you can probably take a couple seats then
standing on the sh0r-line while a brother sinking
you need to repent homie

[verse 4: the great gift at work]
i ain’t a new jack to it just trying to find the fruit
they trying to do trap music trying to design the root
behind the booth i define the truth and refine the youth
unify the troops shooting for designer coups
they talking about the birds flying from the trap
and chasing after plaques steady clapping at the staff
yelling how they yapping real raps absent on they craft
then wave ride and plagiarize chapters in they pad
uh, nah my god gooder than that
and the best cup of kool-aide got the sugar intact
but the rap fact is the higher messiah the only chance
when the arms up don’t shoot turn into holy hands
the spirit of god lifted for show ya right with
i’m wishing the preachers would take up they own advice
in their prayer closet, spirit moving like poltergeist
pray to up hold the light
and sway’em from wrong to right god
they light speaking through the smoke likes its zordon
then let them feel so calm being a oxymoron
like an auto commercial on the television
society mocking the word they rebel the system
it’s monkey see monkey do these days
that ain’t a slur though, pimps and fur coats
giving more than members in church clothes
i ain’t saying neither is right the story hurt bro
they all got to drink in they cup sorta like kurt co-
bang! the truth blowing they brains sort of like kirk though
it’s why i’m always stomping his head
something that kirk know all about
but don’t get it twisted ain’t throwing dirt yo
we all trying to get to the finish and trying to work bro
i pray you find grace from the remnant and the church folk
’cause sinners at the end get it worse, yo’, run it back
i pray you find grace from the church folk
’cause sinners at the end get it worse, yo’
praise god

- jered sanders

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