This Ain't the Way (feat. Tori Kelly) - Jeremy Passion

We on top, we got love, kill the opp We on top, we got love, kill the opp Holy Father, God in heaven Show Your power, let it come For Your Kingdom and Your honor To Your Spirit and Your Son Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out Ooh, I think they hate me (yeah), in my Bape tee (woo) Ain't no pardons in the garden if you snake me (yeah) You can't break me (uh), tryna chase me (yee) When it's rocky, I move ASAP, you can't Drake me (shoo) I'm fine, I got my feet up, I ain't never scared, don't put my heat up I was outside and tryin', no re-up, where my opps at? God gon' eat up They ain't ever free us Lock my family up, my mama told the judge, "He ain't no killer" It's all good 'cause on that prison yard he preachin' 'bout the Healer Spread the opps out (woo), now the cops out (sheesh) Facin' death, you wanna plead but you can't cop out Now you locked out, I promise my God comin' back, when He do, it's a problem Got His attention but you don't want tension You don't want the smoke, it's too late, you done got it Holy Father, God in heaven Show Your power, let it come For Your Kingdom and Your honor To Your Spirit and Your Son Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out What's your intentions? I see your screws and your wrenches You tryna break up the bi'ness, ruin my witness Spreadin' yo' lies and opinions, you don't deserve my attention You's a pretender We was so used to the cold and my mama gave birth to a winner Put all the opps on alert then we out in the trenches And demons do not get forgiveness Pray for repentance for all my family that's sinnin' I ain't the truth, I'm a witness I got some blood on my hands and some dirt on my fingers You know that I gotta go get it, I gotta go get it Lord, help me kill all of my demons, I look in the mirror, I seen 'em I had a BM, I forced her to get an abortion I pray when I die, I can meet Him They want me cheatin', tellin' me open my DMs Eat all this fruit that I'm seein' I got some people in prison, I need to go see 'em If it weren't for the Lord, I would be 'em Yeah, I know they won't catch me lackin', see me off in traffic Yeah, I'm packin', got that oppa-stoppa apostolic ratchet 'Bout that action, keep them .223s but Jesus my assassin If you askin', I'm still 116 until I'm in a casket I see my opps tryna pop out (woo), they wanna pull every stop out Wait 'til my God spin the block and He let up in shots He gon' air every spot out (doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo) Holy Father, God in heaven Show Your power, let it come For Your Kingdom and Your honor To Your Spirit and Your Son Spread the opps, spread the opps, spread the opps Spread the opps out, spread the opps out, spread the opps out

Turn the music up inside my session These folks gotta hear my message You put that beat on, I beat on this track to relieve my stressin' I see more trials than Cochran, while TV tryna' box me Them magazines ain't on my page, but ain't none of that gon' stop me Keep the fame and acclaim, I won't be a slave for a chain And why stay the same for the change, let's talk 'bout change for a change Mundane, killa' bang, sell cane for the gain, pump vanity in your veins No, they hopin' I quit, 'fact they hopin' I die, no, they hopin' I'm plain insane 'Cause they know I ain't playing, got my faith on display And I got some rida's behind me, and they mean what they sayin' Knock, knock. Open up. We at yo' door. Hope you prepared now And I think it's clear now, partna' we here now And don't plan on goin' nowhere, consider yo'self infested And these strings all up in yo' veins, consider yo'self infected And what we say we live out, 'fo we give in we give out And when we die we come back, tell death he'll never win out They ain't never gon' stop us, pop us, drop us, watch us pop right back up And we never gon' die, that's why we ride 'n' rise like Pac got back up Gon' back up, call back up, everybody go home, just pack up We plugged into the highest power, that why we ain't gotta act tough No poker faces, just smokin' aces, my house is full My temple is a dwelling place, my Master's masterful You just full of yo'self, you just food on the shelf Eaten for breakfast, talkin' reckless, boy I know the chef You don't want what he's cookin', it's not easy to stomach And your words will be eaten, folks'll be readin' yo' vomit The recipe for disaster asks for blasphemy And as for me, ask for me, I give you gravity

We gonna let it smoke What's baby? I wanna hit that You qanna hit this? It's 3am and I'm not with him It's the moment that I know we've both been waiting for Now we can pretend we're together again In the dark letting this slow chill take control And we ain't supposed to be doin this We know the consequence But we're past the limit and there ain't no turnin' back now You already got my body gripped Yeah boy you know I like that shit So we're past the limit And there ain't no turnin' back now Might as well go all the way Hey there ain't no such thing as a half mistake So baby boy we might as well go all the way Might as well go all the way Might as well go all the way You don't know if your addicted till you relapse From detox of lovin' each other If just for an hour or two or three Till six in the morning Do you have a good excuse To be on the down low with me In the tele suite We know that we ain't supposed to be doin this We know the consequence But we're past the limit And there ain't no turnin back now I already got the Magnum glove You already got your ass poked up So we're past the limit And there ain't no turnin back now Might as well go all the way Hey there ain't no such thing as a half mistake So baby boy we might as well go all the way Might as well go all the way Might as well go all the way You don't know if your addicted till you relapse I'm right back smokin' you You're right back injectin' me Love is in our veins ain't it I'm right back smokin' you You're right back injectin' me Guess there ain't no cure We might as well go all the way You know you're wrong for this, I know And I know you've got somebody, Oh well baby But he ain't here no So we might as well, might as well, do what we wanna do You know how I like it, oh boy Don't it feel good to be back together If only for a moment, a minute, an hour For just one night, one night 'Bout to hit it out the park again Going, going, going gone Going, going, going gone Going, going, going gone Close the curtains, potential remix

Yeah, blockhead Back at it again, man Blockhead, let's get it Whoa Blockhead, blockhead, play my role like Brad Pitt Show at the Palladium, we suited up like draft picks Had a plug in Texas, DHL the package I switched up the play after the Lord changed my direction Tesla with the body kit Always reppin' one, one, six, (rep one), you know how turnt up we get (turn it) Motorcade like presidents, uh Post up in a Bnb like residence (let's get it) We comin' in like this, pickin' up tables like Christ did (Christ) Jumpin' out the gym like Mike did I ain't talkin' 'bout Jordan, I'm Tyson (Tyson) Time to ride on all you perpetrators I ain't even gotta show my license (I'm rad) Heard the devil got him some pirates He don't even know I'm pullin' up with Vikings, (he'll need know) When I saw that Miley Cyrus Had to change up like Hannah Montana (I saw) Seen him give my brother time 'Cause he got caught on candid camera (I see) Had to stay down like 22's on a Cadillac I'm David Banner (I stay) When the youth pastor take us out to eat We ain't got no table manners (don't) I don't wanna act like no blockhead, blockhead (Phew, no) Laugh at everything that you said (I can't) Gotta stand up like some soldiers Never lay down like no goose egg (Stand up) Left foot, right foot Made it out the mud with two legs (Phew, oh woah) I never graduated from college Tell the folks I'm goin' stupid (Phew, yee, okay) Blockhead, blockhead, play my role like Brad Pitt Show at the Palladium, we suited up like draft picks Had a plug in Texas, DHL the package I switched up the play after the Lord changed my direction Tesla with the body kit Always reppin' one, one, six (rep one), you know how turnt up we get (turn it) Motorcade like presidents, uh Post up in a Bnb like residence (let's get it) Post it up in a yellow scraper, plottin' on a caper Ridin' with my top down, got me closer to the Savior Got some family in the Feds when I should be pickin' majors I don't do this for the money but I got a lil' paper Was a blockhead, blockhead, now I do what God says Sellin' blocks'll get you cell, blocks are on a block dead Hell don't want no smoke with me, I promise if we lock heads I'ma call on power from the heavens 'til they drop dead Pop Smokin', feel my Pop Smoke, that's my daddy fire Don't be actin' funny when you see me, I'm your daddy, boy Comin' at me sideways, talkin' slick out of your neck I made Jesus music 'fore you even knew your alphabet Don't be a Blockhead, blockhead, play my role like Brad Pitt Show at the Palladium, we suited up like draft picks Had a plug in Texas, DHL the package I switched up the play after the Lord changed my direction Tesla with the body kit Always reppin' one, one, six (rep one), you know how turnt up we get (turn it) Motorcade like presidents, uh Post up in a Bnb like residence Oh Oh

Don't seem to wanna hold me like you did before You don't go out to dinner, ain't no flowers at my door You do a lot of talking, there's a word you never say Sorry would go a long way I stayed up all night waiting, and you forgot to call Oh, I feel so lonely, it's like you don't care at all Maybe it's your ego or just your foolish pride But it's like I'm not on your mind You never tell me that you love me Oh, what a mess of me you've made It won't make it all better, won't make it okay But sorry would go a long way I feel the times are changing, and maybe you are too I'm the same old me, but you're a different you So be a man about it, and admit you've done me wrong I just wanted you all along Oh, you never tell me that you love me Oh, what a mess of me you've made It won't make it all better, won't make it okay But sorry would go a long way And after the heartache, after the hurt Why is is so hard to say that one word If it's really over? You never tell me that you love me Oh, what a mess of me you've made No, it won't make it all better, won't make it okay But sorry would go a long way