Released on March 12, 2023

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[Intro]

Urya


[Verse]

Stacking my blessings onto the top

Counting them all, I guess it's a lot

Hugging my savior, he's not a pain at all

Blessings I get it all, I wanna flop

I'm in my green days, no pickle

Yes I am back time to play the fiddle

Making these riddles

I'm in my bag, eating kibble

Watching my views, let it dribble

Go big or go home, living life for our Hope

On my sour, sour phone, get it better, better, whoa

I'll live me, don't really care bout a baddie

30, turn into a daddy, yuh

Got me tormented like Jazzy, yuh

Guess all my stuff is tacky, yuh

I'm loving my King, I'm talking to him

I won't kill myself, no way, I'm a man

But a child in his heart and his head

Oncе I am here, I'm doing the tеns

I'm bout to share, I'm 'finna pair it

I pray to him, you cannot dare it

He is the truth, so I'm bout to share it

I ain't gon' tear it, I cannot fail it

I am a bi guy, both the genders

Do it on my own, no trendsetter

Lord is better

Get the gold in my cheddar

Letter to my own big manner

I love the quietness, I love the downvotes

Why be famous, when your mental can't download

Mention my name, that must be your motto

I need my bottle, sipping the cider

I had my paper all in my binder, uh

I keep my mask really tighter, uh

With these angels I'm a fighter, uh

I don't need smoke, He my lighter, uh

My provider, uh

Moving so fast like a timer, uh

Act like a woman, I'm Tyler, uh

On to these songs, I'm a writer, uh


[Chorus]

Faith in my heart, in the King, it ain't that hard

Off on this beat, 'finna drop, uh

Savior fly from the top, uh

You can't break me apart, uh

We got the style, many big farms

I got my thing, my own job

Praising to my only God

Faith in my heart, in the King, it ain't that hard

Off on this beat, 'finna drop, uh

Savior fly from the top, uh

You can't break me apart, uh

We got the style, many big farms

I got my thing, my own job

Praising to my only God