Sippin' on tea, exhausted (shh) Yeah, all my masters, we don't golfin' Do you hear that? If you be quiet long enough (Nate Rose got my stock goin' way up) You'll hear them horses comin' (hoo, hoo, hoo, hoo) Yeah, look, ayy, sippin' on tea, exhausted 3: 16, in Austin, all my masters, we don't golfin' Brother my keeper like Cain, but I'm feelin' like Undertaker when he came out the coffin I wrap my demons up tight so they sink, then I threw 'em inside of the creek, like Dawson They misunderstand me, I left the church in a hurry with her and a packet of plan B (you understand me) Yeah, daddy came out with the shawty, he lookin' to turn me to Bambi (he had a hammy) Yeah, I was a dog and I'm riskin' it all in the back of a Camry (back of the trunk) Yeah, I was a fan of God, but He said He only wants family (woo) Sheesh, okay, yeah This the reunion, and I was a slave and obeyin' influences Stuck on the internet, if Riley says it, I'm doin' it If saving grace depended on performance, I ruined it I couldn't do what Yeshua did, He took me off the crucifix Give me a crew and if anything's movin', we movin' it Woah, Lord help me, I don't get this Need big bags for the business I don't wanna stain my witness Eatin' on the green like picnics Never switch teams, I'm with this Flippin' of scores, like gymnasts Pickin' locked doors, now I'm in this Woah (let me in), hold up, cross just broke my chains Paid dues, now I need change, God reigns, now I need aim God said: Use these pains, misconceptions drivin' me insane I'm Russell Crowe in this cage, are you not entertained? Even with speakin', I'm even, even with demons (woah, okay) They peek-a-booin', and deacons that peepin' bull, and it's treason They treat the V that they piecin', in season when we can ruin was what the people influence But Yahweh gave us Yeshua, who shotin'? In this instance, if you hold your breath and you listen If you put your ear to the ground All the sound, tune it out, then you might just Hear the horses gallop in the distance See me and make an inference, judged by my imprint on my outline Tell em that I think it's 'bout time that you see my center Not just silhouettes, man, that's a misconception, look You're the guy who makes sad music (uh-huh) Yeah I am, but there's way more to it The way God uses it to help people get through this bull---- And push on through it But it's all good if some people ain't like that My church clothes all black on black on black I bounce back to reveal my heart, man Indie tribe save lives, like Narcan We warned y'all We said: Tribe on the move And by that we meant you responsible to get trampled So get out the way You already know what I say, right? Indie tribe save lives We warned y'all We said: Tribe on the move And by that we meant you responsible to get trampled So get out the way You already know what I say, right? Indie tribe save lives