[Hook: Monica Hill Trejo]
I come with my imperfections
I come with all of my flaws
I come needing correction
Your brace, amazing grace
Good book faith, God faced it all
[Verse One: Bryann Trejo]
Yo, hey, you can keep your honorarium, for real
I ain't tryna' be funny but I ain't come for your money
Let em' know, man, I came for their souls, I'm bringin' heaven
Every time that I'm comin', I'm speakin' life in abundant
I see too many out here livin' in unhealthy
Jesus, let mt take the pain and the hurt
I hate to see when they hurt, I could care less, man, 'bout takin' the selfie
Hey, or tryna' sign my name on thе shirt
We ain't gon' do this in church
Open up the windows for thе orphans and the widow
Tryna' help them wit their problem, if it's big or if it's little
Imagine as a kid, all growin' up and have no hero
Believe me, God can see, though, every tear that's on your pillow
You ever cry so much that nothin' even comes out
You get so used to pain, you even to start to numb out
When it feel normal in the dark, you start to dumb out
Now, it feel funny when you come out and the suns out
I'm so disgusted, how corrupted, man, this world could be
I grew up thinkin', Lord, I know that You got more for me
All these minorities around me, act disorderly
There's no conformin' and no respectin' authority
They mix the music with the drugs and call it sorcery
These demons hate man, man, they wish that they can torture me
Hey, Lord, You order me to handle things accordingly
Bless me, such enormously, and finish what's in store for me
I come with my imperfections
I come with all of my flaws
I come needing correction
Your brace, amazing grace
Good book faith, God faced it all
[Verse One: Bryann Trejo]
Yo, hey, you can keep your honorarium, for real
I ain't tryna' be funny but I ain't come for your money
Let em' know, man, I came for their souls, I'm bringin' heaven
Every time that I'm comin', I'm speakin' life in abundant
I see too many out here livin' in unhealthy
Jesus, let mt take the pain and the hurt
I hate to see when they hurt, I could care less, man, 'bout takin' the selfie
Hey, or tryna' sign my name on thе shirt
We ain't gon' do this in church
Open up the windows for thе orphans and the widow
Tryna' help them wit their problem, if it's big or if it's little
Imagine as a kid, all growin' up and have no hero
Believe me, God can see, though, every tear that's on your pillow
You ever cry so much that nothin' even comes out
You get so used to pain, you even to start to numb out
When it feel normal in the dark, you start to dumb out
Now, it feel funny when you come out and the suns out
I'm so disgusted, how corrupted, man, this world could be
I grew up thinkin', Lord, I know that You got more for me
All these minorities around me, act disorderly
There's no conformin' and no respectin' authority
They mix the music with the drugs and call it sorcery
These demons hate man, man, they wish that they can torture me
Hey, Lord, You order me to handle things accordingly
Bless me, such enormously, and finish what's in store for me
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