Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Noah Case
Songwriter
Lyrics
I like my Jesus, the word
I like my Jesus alot
Still can't believe he got murdered
I wouldn't hit him with socks
If you cannot take it further
Then we can take you to God
I got a blick in my car
I don't even got a car
All of this talks a facade
Really I'm preaching the Gospel
I am a vessel of God
Glory to glory
Higher than Za
Ahead of the game
Ahead of the race
Ahead of the fame
Saved but you moving the same
Don't talk on my name I know you a lame let's go
Stretching this out like I'm Boruto
Made in his image no photo-booth
Claiming the cross better show the proof
Faith without works, I can't see the fruit
I see you really not 'bout the walk
You just talk a lot 'cause you want talk a lot
I'ma wrap it up here 'cause I've talked a lot
Jesus died for the blabbermouths
I like my Jesus, the word
I like my Jesus alot
Still can't believe he got murdered
I wouldn't hit him with socks
If you cannot take it further
Then we can take you to God
I got a blick in my car
I don't even got a car
All of this talks a facade
Really I'm preaching the Gospel
I am a vessel of God
Glory to glory
Higher than Za
Ahead of the game
Ahead of the race
Ahead of the fame
Saved but you moving the same
Don't talk on my name I know you a lame let's go
Stretching this out like I'm Boruto
Made in his image no photo-booth
Claiming the cross better show the proof
Faith without works, I can't see the fruit
I see you really not 'bout the walk
You just talk a lot 'cause you want talk a lot
I'ma wrap it up here 'cause I've talked a lot
Jesus died for the blabbermouths
Writer(s): Noah Case
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