Ayy
I shook my drink, I do my dance
Don't throw no stones, don't hide my hands
I played my part, I play it well
I trim the fat, still tip the scale
Rock up that fight, I fall like Hell
I ran that race, I tripped, I fell
I got right back op
Quick, they callin' for back up
I might bend 'em like Backham
Spin around and pull right back up
Can't be faded like haircuts
My [favs written?] in handcuffs
It was in [killing?them stages?]
Reachin' new levels and stages
Had me goin' through phases
I done been patient for ages
Should've got booked like pages
Now just bustin' like pages
Nah, Cudi, you don't want drama at all Cudi
I don't be hatin' at all Cudi, I said love is the law Cudi, ayy
So you can fuck off Cudi, I just be talkin' that talk Cudi
Get lost and go find God Cudi, mad
Church on the move, church on the move
Church on the move, church on the move
You feel me, I feel it too (I feel it too)
Yes in me, with me and you, church on the move
I can't tell no one, I might testify anything but you and I
Everybody else count you blessings
No redemption, can I get a witness?
Keepin' the faith (Keepin' the faith)
I'm just keepin' open my eyes under the dirt grave
They say 'Murder she wrote', now she sing on the page
They be claimin' they woke, you better be awake (Sleep)
It ain't easy, bitch (It ain't easy)
Seen the light, shared the light, ayy
Paid the price, takin' flights, ayy
We call that church on the move
Got them hoes twerking in the pews
This ain't vacation bible school
Church on the move, church on the move
Church on the move, church on the move
You feel me, I feel it too (I feel it too)
Yes in me, with me and you, church on the move
I can't tell no one, I might testify anything but you and I
Everybody else count you blessings
No redemption, can I get a witness?
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