Put On FLAME (Ft. Andy Mineo)
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[Hook: Andy Mineo]
Feelin' like a million, I don't even need them dollars
Lookin' brand new, I ain't even been shoppin'
The price of what I got no couldn't fit up in your pocket
Takin' off the old self, Christ what we rockin'
Takin' off the old, puttin' on the new
This is what it was, this is what it do
Takin' off the old, puttin' on the new
This is what it was, this is what it do
C'mon!
[Verse 1: Flame]
See, a lotta girls want change so they go to the salon
Lotta dudes want change so they go to the Qur'an
But I can see the end cause I've been where you begun
Where you're so in love with fun sippin' Don Perrion
But you can't see the Son, talkin' S-O-N
‘Cause you're blind to the Son of Man, dyin' in your sin
You might simply deny because of Bentleys you ride
But you're empty inside like they just broke in
That's why you spend a lot of money tryna shop until you drop
If you're out there lookin' hot, that'll make up for what you not
But you can't compare your clothes to Jesus' wardrobe
Talkin' righteousness robes, man your outfit is snot
But Jesus bled homie, I hope you feel this
Real nails got banged in that holy wrist
Real hammers got banged in the spike nail
By his stripes we are healed, tell ‘em how I feel
Feelin' like a million, I don't even need them dollars
Lookin' brand new, I ain't even been shoppin'
The price of what I got no couldn't fit up in your pocket
Takin' off the old self, Christ what we rockin'
Takin' off the old, puttin' on the new
This is what it was, this is what it do
Takin' off the old, puttin' on the new
This is what it was, this is what it do
C'mon!
[Verse 1: Flame]
See, a lotta girls want change so they go to the salon
Lotta dudes want change so they go to the Qur'an
But I can see the end cause I've been where you begun
Where you're so in love with fun sippin' Don Perrion
But you can't see the Son, talkin' S-O-N
‘Cause you're blind to the Son of Man, dyin' in your sin
You might simply deny because of Bentleys you ride
But you're empty inside like they just broke in
That's why you spend a lot of money tryna shop until you drop
If you're out there lookin' hot, that'll make up for what you not
But you can't compare your clothes to Jesus' wardrobe
Talkin' righteousness robes, man your outfit is snot
But Jesus bled homie, I hope you feel this
Real nails got banged in that holy wrist
Real hammers got banged in the spike nail
By his stripes we are healed, tell ‘em how I feel
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