PULLING ON MY STRINGS Lyrics

Ay, on my strings, ay

On my strings, ay, hold up

Man stop pulling on my strings

Ay, ay, man that's Krispy way

That's team, ay hold up, Koto

Yeah, walkin' through mud

But the Lord on my back

So my soul get cleansed

In these dirty clothes

Get the get back man

These demons not tough

I'll hang with you guys

But I'll hide in my coat

Pullin on my strings this bond

To tight to leave what I have

And to stupe so low, walk-in

The world and to hold on

To Christ, is askin' for

These demons to show

Cause they way I be itchin'

And feenin' for money Joe Burrow

I'll take a quarterback, goin' around

In circles with the Lord like a culdesac

Stop being stiff, man speak up

This ain't Luke get it cast

Movin' all over man the

Holy spirit jumpin' movin'

So fast like an Asbury class

Y'all don't pay attention, grab

The word like a blind person

One ear out the other like me

My girl arguin'. Only fear God

Stop talking to your man

Worry about yourself stop

Worrying about your friends

The reason you embarrassed

Cause the devil on earth and it's

Hard to speak to a big audience

Deuteronomy set them free

Judgment day they plead

Crown of thorns deep, digging

In my skull, yall gnashing teeth

Of course I'm embarrassed spreading

God on the campus men around

So deceived, stop sitting on the fence

You know the right move there's a

Whole lot of faith in a mustard seed

Step in my world, you really can't do it

It's not for all, you can't handle

These shoes, couple of steps

That soul get worn, you get real tired

That foot get loose, high dollar price

These ain't no bricks, I work

Real hard these Jimmy Choos

The ones who push get reward and

Afford that most can't do

Y'all 6ft deep, 6ft deep, 6ft

"With me or against", that Yah talk

Cold, 3,3,3 holy trinity, king

Rule by the book you know how it goes

Mock of the christ say what you want

End of the day you know what

Side to be on, you know the story already

Up in a cloud when he like a bolt

Ay, when he fell like a bolt

Ay, (fell lighting bolt) Krispy

Way that's team, and that's

Krispy way that's team

Yeah, walkin' through mud

But the Lord on my back

So my soul get cleansed

In these dirty clothes

Get the get back man

These demons not tough

I'll hang with you guys

But I'll hide in my coat

Pullin on my strings this bond

To tight to leave what I have

And to stupe so low, walk-in

The world and to hold on

To Christ, is askin' for

These demons to show