Paradox Lyrics

All glory up to God, the kind of time we on

If it ain't giving praise to Heaven, then don't sign me up

If I ain't breaking out them chains, then they'll bind me up

They keep on offering the fame, but won't buy me out

Cause I ain't selling out

Oh no,

Signing off

On a couple dotted lines, crooked paradox

Man, you can't even recover with a pair of docs

Leave you hanging with a penny and a pair of Crocs

Walking with the Lord best prepare the cost

Lord teaching money ain't a thing to me

People sleeping on me, but I got some dreams to see

Got my hands out, this temple is an offering

Like oxygen

I need my God to breathe again

Down for the count

Enemy open doors and then I'm running him out

Blocking him out

Need a pair of headphones, way I silence the crowd

Don't try to diss

Speaking gossip, people gonna end up with a lisp

Devil tryna take off my head

But it's just a swing and a miss

Fixing to get

Hype on these folk speaking over me

Possibly the boldest, print is thicker in my poetry

Audience of One, don't need a playlist to come notice me

If I stay impacting generations, then you know it's me

Huh

All these empty treasures are eventually

Dust

Matthew 28 mission, yeah let's

Discuss

I don't really listen to no crooked

Leaders

So who gonna beat us

Through many trials, yeah I finally

Got sick of the cussing and people bussing

it's Melpomone

Pick up your crosses and watch as Jesus builds autonomy

Start as a student and listen keen to what He's teaching me

He was there when no one else really believed in me

Start from the bottom

Then follow your calling

Stop worrying about all the numbers and ruse

Love the forgotten

Don't harden your heart

And go care for the people who begging for news

Teach about Jesus

Claim that He freed us

I'm on a mission to silence the fools

Giving all glory to God cause I got, I got

All glory up to God, the kind of time we on

If it ain't giving praise to Heaven, then don't sign me up

If I ain't breaking out them chains, then they'll bind me up

They keep on offering the fame, but won't buy me out

Cause I ain't selling out

Oh no

Signing off

On a couple dotted lines, crooked paradox

Man, you can't even recover with a pair of docs

Leave you hanging with a penny and a pair of Crocs

Walking with the Lord best prepare the cost