Won't He Will?

I remember living in a haze, Back up in the days,

Trynna live in my own ways, trynna whip in my own lane but

Truthfully it was a week ago, truthfully I had a week ego

Hands still stick like peanut butter

Mouth still hot like a pizza roll

But christ gon save like usb, now you gon see he influence me

No more need for that truancy

Speak so good, so fluently

Reap what's sewed like needle point,

Words That seem so true to me

But life get good when you follow Christ

And that's what he keep proving me