Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Diomer Rodriguez
Songwriter
Tyshane Thompson
Songwriter
Lyrics
Inner peace, yea
Inner peace, what I'm tryin' to find in me, yea
Cover up my pain inside a Nike fleece, yea
Talk to Jesus but I barely let Him speak, yea (Let Him speak)
He said don't forget, I'm still the centerpiece, yea
Inner peace, what I'm tryin' to find in me, yea (Find in me)
Tried to buy my happiness, I signed a lease, yea (Signed a lease)
Went up yesterday and now I feel empty (Feel empty)
He said I'm the centerpiece, yea
Yea, yea
Preface, yea
"I don't wanna talk", that's what satan likes to hear
Bring the truth to light, that's when he begins to fear
I see all the lies when I look into the mirror
I ain't goin out without a fight though, make it clear, yea
Not on my own
When I get out the way and I let Him do work, then they get overthrown
Path is so narrow but I feel alive in my marrow, can feel it inside of my bones
Gimme the megaphone and imma let 'em know
We'll knock you out like a newer Stallone
I saw you look at the the stone
You better not cast it until you repent at the throne, yea
Got the game plan and we didn't have the chalk, ooh
Put satan right on the plank and make him walk (Make him walk)
That's the only lake I've heard that can get hot, ooh
Yea, uh
Sorry not sorry, no! Yea
Look at my paystub, gotta stay prayed up, never know what can happen next
Gotta stay locked in, Jezzy be jockin', no I ain't out here havin' sex
Look at your faces, runnin' the bases, went to third, fell off the ledge
Flip it on myself (Yea, yea)
Different dirt but still a mess
Playin' the same game, yea
Everyone sinnin', everyone different, uh
Different position, yea
Use it to lose or use it for winnin', uh
I'm on a mission, yea
Tryna get souls, you tryna get women
I graduated from all of the simpin'
I got a name that I gotta keep liftin'
Jesus
Preface (Let's go!)
"I don't wanna talk", that's what satan likes to hear
Bring the truth to light, that's when he begins to fear
I see all the lies when I look into the mirror
I ain't goin out without a fight though, make it clear, yea
Writer(s): Diomer Rodriguez, Tyshane Thompson
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com