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Knowdaverbs - Pullon empty
(from the album Action Figure)
© copyright 2000, EMD/CHORDANT
Chorus:
I drive not on my own understanding getting, getting gased
up for advancing I deflate myself for expanding Vehicles we
won be we ride full on empty.
A lot of times I feel not y'all the mood to write a song
'cause everything I've kicked around in my head it feels
wrong I grab a chair, a qiuet spot a pen and empty beat and
play it in dire straights to inscribe this loose leaf I flip
back in my notes to parts I've wrote but never finish and
sow those together in desperate need for compositions and
for known reasons they never feel to tasty my word usage is
all of and my rhyme pattern is all janky. What ever merry
idea started with, then I'll divorce it then a light bulb
pops on is it God or Verbs trying to force it . I wanna tune
into a song and know its God without a doubt and keep my
tank full on Christ when my self is emptied out. My job is
not to think a million just to figure out a verse even in
the Bible Belt you hear pants when souls thirst. If were
more commercial than a break in a UPN sitcom I'd still be
held accountable for every line that you hear my voice on.
For a car to run at all it must stay gased up, for me to
write at all I need to take the daily task up of doing what
I need while staying robed in what i read ain't no harvest
to collect if no farmers will throw no seed. Although my
soul may still say yes it's a daily thing to wake and knock
the mess out the flesh.
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I plans to ride shot gun with my Lord in one accord there's
transportation in his name like Chevy Chase or Harry Ford.
'cause I'd be plain out of luck baking just on what I know
my mind can draw some blanks like karate champs of TaeBo. I
exercise his ways, I'm Fonda(fond of ) how things work out
His foolishness has been wiser than Our strongest of routes.
So I surrender all and use the cross as leverage trying to
scratch the surface of service being poured out beverage. To
change my will it cost my life period end of story Do great
things in His name so only He receives the glory. To a
pescimist an empty glass is just good for no use an optimist
will leave it there prepared for full on juice. Obedience
keeps you from tickets in zones of speed traps so His word
close and snug tight like wave caps His sovreignty is like a
baby during terms that your pregnant 'cause you learn to
wait on him then you feel it and expect it.
Chorus