What We Have Done - Ludwig Göransson Feat. A$AP Rocky & Jacob Banks

For what we have done and left undone We fall on Your countless mercies For sins that are known and those unknown We call on Your name so holy For envy and pride, for closing our eyes For scorning our very neighbor In thought, word, and deed, we've failed You, our King How deeply we need a Savior Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us For what You have done, Your life of love You perfectly lived, we praise You Though tempted and tried, You fixed Your eyes You finished the work God gave You And there on the tree, a King among thieves You bled for a world's betrayal You loved to the end, our merciful friend How pure and forever faithful Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us For hearts that are cold for seizing control For scorning our very Maker In thought, word, and deed, we've failed You, our King How deeply we need a Savior Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us Lord have mercy, Christ have mercy Lord have mercy on us

What do you desire? Woah, woah, woah Bitch, haha Oh, oh, oh-oh, oh, yeah You taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last I'm on my last line, I feel like I'm sippin' it too fast They think that they know, but they tryna figure out what we have I'm still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health Stop actin' like you know what's in my cup Don't worry 'bout it, I'm tryna 'fess my love Fuck the rest, it's just us If I score on a pint of Act', I'm puttin' it up If a nigga try take that, then it's up and it's stuck I'm puttin' him up Booty softer than the pillows in a Maybach I ain't tryna turn up baby, I'm laid back Sippin' Hi-Tec, I'm relaxed This feels so good, you gon' make me relapse I bought you Dior, you don't know how to act You got my back, and that's that In the S Class, I'm tryna drop the top You look better than a pint of Wock' Let me stop, I'm just playin' We gon' be good, just stick to the plan Tryna grow up, tryna be a man, buy some land R.I.P. Gran When she left me, I was so hurt man I was tryna hold the tears back but I can't Free my mans out the can I love you, I'ma love you 'til the end But my trust fucked up, it's hard to let you in You taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last I'm on my last line, I feel like I'm sippin' it too fast They think that they know, but they tryna figure out what we have I'm still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health Oh no, oh, woah Woah-woah, woah Go, go-go, ha Ha, ha-ha, yeah Woah, woah-woah, go Woah, go-go, yeah Ha, ha-ha, yeah Go, ha-ha, yeah (Bitch, haha) Taking my soul and I know you feel like this won't last, yeah Still mixing drugs and I know it's not good for my health