I-I-I-I-I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
'Cause I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me,
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy
Y'all see the way that I am now
Love out for the king, Imma stand now
Y'all don't know if it wasn't for the lamb now
Ain't no telling what I would be minus his hand now
When I gang bang, when I slang 'caine
Riding with a chopper when I change lanes
When I chase fame, full of hate mayne
Tryna get a couple ohs in my bank mayne
What I face mayne, what I break mayne
If I fall, tell me would I ever get up
I don't even know why the Lord forgive us
Look at this chance at life that he give us
Now I'm rappin' for him when I do perform
And I take the storm, while I'm waitin' for him
If I break for him, love of the spirit is in me
I let it be great for him
So unashamed, I take hate for him
If that mean that I can't even pay for him
You know I give everything for him
Some say that they down, but they ain't for him
I know there's nothing good inside me
My evil mind used to blind me
'Till the spirit came to unbind me
Now I'm like, use me or otherwise grind me
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy
'Cause I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Use me, U-u-u-use me, full court mess
J-e-s-u-s that's all i gotta say to my final
(breath)
K-B got OCD, I'm obsessing for Christ like something wrong with me/
"Me" and "I" cant breath/
Homie "I" gotta die so that I can breath/
Through the Christ In me
I proceed
Speaking about and preaching about the glory of the gospel/
Hold up A
With everything inside of me I gotta be anomaly
I gotta be really modeling what I'm saying audibly- grippen the microphone i gotta give it to them mightily
Hold up A
Don't nobody wanna hear somebody who aint living what the "spitting in the booth"
(tongue roll)
Continually you know I gotta go and "put it in this dude"
(tongue roll) oh my God to be used!
Plus I got disciples that making sure that I mean this/they like/
So what you got the crowd in all A's! Like the deans list/
We've been seasoned, sing for a single reason/
It's in my genes
(jeans) kid, I pen hymns
(hems) like a seamstress/
Was living loosely, until the Lord pursued me/
Induced me, than He moved me to see- that gospel and it's beauty/
(I could be) bleeding profusely but if He's in my viewing than He can use me up... truly- homie ima #FULLCOURTMESS
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy
'Cause I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Use me, U-u-u-use me, full court mess
Writer(s): Joseph Prielozny, Derek Johnson, Kevin Elijah Burgess, Marvin Glaspie
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