Michael Jackson Andy Mineo (Ft. Bubba Watson, Rich Perez, R-Swift & Thi'sl)

[Verse 1: Andy Mineo]
I go by M-I-N-E-O, but it really don't matter
Bury me with no tombstone, I want you to know my daddy
We don't seek Him, He come after
We don't reach Him, He the ladder
If you die and you don't know Him that's a weak end like a Saturday (preach!)
This one for my misfits, ah
What I'm saying is we ain't bein' statistics, not
What I mean is the things you want me to get with God is already ticked with
This is sin, 'case you missed it
She might be fine like tickets
Don't love Jesus, we can't kick it
Cause I been there, wish I didn't
Had to delete all them digits
They say, "Jesus why you sit with, the sinners and the wicked?"
He lookin' for the sick because the well don't need physicians
No we never fit in cause they look at how we livin'
It's evident that we giving every minute for the King
Even though we trip we think about our provision
And we get a couple sinners when we rest upon His name
And this is how it all happened
Adam fell, now it's all bad, Michael Jackson

[Chorus: Andy Mineo]
Born sinner, born sinner
This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson
This is bad, real bad, Michael Jackson