Austin Joyce - Angels Of God Lyrics

Look
Satan keeps sending on his best attackers
They tryna take all this passion
They think they catching me slacking
But what the fact is
Like some old basketball shoes
The devil ain't getting no traction
Shoutout the Lord
We lay it all out on the floor
He begging me please for some more
But I ain't gonna fold
Kicked my ol ways out the door
Cannot impress with gold
Right here is my entrance
God, here's my life in repentance
Bending my morals for human acceptance
That's a death sentence
I'm getting hounded
But it's getting crowded
Surrounded by the
Angels of God
The Angels of God
I don't need no gun
When He fighting this war
He fighting this war
On behalf of believers
Who carry His Cross
Who carry His Cross
Lean on for safety
My life is the cost
I'm down for the cause
When I'm surrounded
By the Angels of God
Uh
What kind of guy do you take me for
I'm not walking in the fear when I praise the Lord
Man, we treating some people like they animals
Lemme check them X subs
I'll show you how to cancel somethin
Yeah, I know that there's church hurt
More pain than we deserve
I wish we could reverse
Sin's havoc on a clean Earth
You ain't better cause you got your wrongs
Hidden under cheap dirt
Yeah, we living so toxic
It's obnoxious
Wanna see a girl topless
Super thoughtless
Don't see a problem
Til your name shows up in someone's column
Now you tryna call em
Out but they
Don't listen
They went fishing
Dug up all your dirt
Now you want some forgiveness
Shoulda thought more
Told them mind your own business
But now they in yours
And your whole world spinning, huh
Bring your wrongs to the light
Surrounded by darkness
Let's give it up tonight
I don't want excuses
I just want fight
Could be the difference in the world
But we just wanna buy
Into the fact
You think God is not coming back
I'm tryna tell you that's wack
I know you cry for some evidence
But take a glimpse in the past
So satan was sending on his best attackers
They tryna take Jesus passion
They think they catching Him slacking
But what the fact is
Like some old basketball shoes
The devil was getting no traction
Shoutout the Lord
He laid it all out on the floor
They beat Him
While He plead for no more
But He ain't gonna fold
Kicked worldly ways out the door
Cannot impress him with gold
Right here was His entrance
Gave God His life in redemption
Bending His morals for human acceptance
That's a death sentence
He's getting hounded
Making Heaven crowded
Surrounded by the
Angels of God
The Angels of God
I don't need no gun
When He fighting this war
He fighting this war
On behalf of believers
Who carry His Cross
Who carry His Cross
Trust God for safety
His life was the cost
He served His true cause
While surrounded by
The Angels of God
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