Lyrics
I'm not just changin' my clothes
From my head to my toes,
Why don't we put on a show
The body a temple
So why don't we show
What we on
They know how we enter
Christ at the center
I'm hopin' they see how we go
I'll die to get better
No time for regrets
We dont hide from the sin that we wrote
He see what is hidden
So don't be hidin' your phone
Get stuck in a hole
Like a pigeon
You struggle for scraps on the road
You drivin' alone
Take me back and I'm gone
Speakin' the facts in this song
I put the passion in poem
I'm writing these thoughts
Like I'm righting these wrongs
Pastors been preachin' for profit
When They passin' the offering
To pay for their pension
My pen out of pocket
If you pushin' the P out of preachin'
I promise you reachin'
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He walked what he taught
Not the opposite
What he taught, on lock
It was flawless
When he walked, on top,
He was not stressed
'Cause Jesus he the king,
He the boss man
I'm not just changin' my clothes
From my head to my toes,
Why don't we put on a show
The body a temple
So why don't we show
What we on
They know how we enter
Christ at the center
I'm hopin' they see how we go
I'll die to get better
No time for regrets
We dont hide from the sin that we wrote
So see how we step next
I dont wanna fall, had no regrets
I seen how we regress
All the times that we read less
All the sin, I see less
So help me see the faults
Before I fall back
But I hate when I seem stressed
So I hop on the scene less
I'm not just changin' my clothes
From my head to my toes,
Why don't we put on a show
The body a temple
So why don't we show
What we on
They know how we enter
Christ at the center
I'm hopin' they see how we go
I'll die to get better
No time for regrets
We dont hide from the sin that we wrote
It's written