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Yeah, I look sicilian and talk like Italians You know the boot that is kickin the island Yeah, yeah, yeah Flying commercial, I need it be private Yeah, yeah, yeah See my whole team, and you know where to find us Yeah you know where to find me I'm drowning in grace When I look at my past and how it don't match up My sin's been erased Now they say that we great I just say that you late Independent so long when the label called we all thought it was fake And I feel out of place Like I'm from outer space If they try to ride a wave Just tell them you late God got me on His side Real bright man I feel like [?] You make my darkest days brighter You turn my noose into diamonds We come alive in the late night Matter fact we Michael Jordan with the hang time We give God both drive at the same time When hop up out the car, man I wish somebody would let your [?] SongtexteAnd all of us will hold our way to Heaven, yeah I woke up feeling like a new man Ironically I'm a year older, dig it To book us it's not really too much Uncomfortable, my soul, dig it Yeah, yeah go figure I've been somebody with no figures Hustle hard, go to prison Then bounce back, I got court vision Need more? Listen I've toured a distance Five year plan in full effect But my ten year plan bring more provision I think rappers need a [?] test This game a mess the more I listen Young rappers with no stories Trying to be where this grace brought me Internet got 'em brainwashed Not to mention, they ain't got nothing for me I'm a coach to the Yankees,I'm equivalent to a Joe Torre God got me on His side Real bright man I feel like [?] You make my darkest days brighter You turn my [?] into diamonds We come alive in the late night Matter fact we Michael Jordan with the hang time We give God both drive at the same time When hop up out the car, man I wish somebody would let your [?] Sunday Reverend All of us will hold our way to Heaven, yeah Nobody wants to wait anymore. I don't want it a second too early, or a second too late. God's timing is perfect. Misfits move like soldiers. We operate to the beat of God's drum. We step when He says so, and stop when he stops. Misfits wait because we know that if that's where He wants us, then that's where it's best for us. We are the Messiah's soldiers Aus Songtexte Mania