He’s Taking Me Up H.E.A.T.

I’m up
It’s God not luck
And He’s filling my cup
And let it overflow
From the windows of heaven
And these blessings keep pouring til it’s not enough
Room to receive it
You should believe it
If He says that it’s your time and season
You should be on your grind for that reason
Im bearing fruit now you plant the seed in start reading

“Praise the Lord! Blessed is the man who fears the Lord, Who delights greatly in His commandments. His descendants will be mighty on earth; The generation of the upright will bе blessed. Wealth and richеs will be in his house, And his righteousness endures forever.”

God is making it rain
And I’m dripping
And he delivers like I paid for shipping
He is one that provides my living
You must be tripping
If you think that I’ll forget Him
I praise with my hands to the ceiling
And I’m willing to go to the city on a hill that cannot be hidden
So don’t be first to sleep on like I am fresh linen
Yeah I’m winning with God there’s no competition
He tells me my mission and I listened
And I get it by faith there’s no wishing
If I want to eat then I better go fishing
He said push out to the deep
Let your net down into the sea
What you catch you’re gonna need
Help to pull up what you shall receive