D.Tall - Glory to God (feat. Yoda) Lyrics

College campus wit it dorm life party vibes
Solo cups of hard liquor turnin up surprise surprise
They had this thing called a revival on a Thursday night
My roommate told me bout it asked if I would go I said alright
I'm this hall with other students talkin chillin right
Listening to this dude on stage elaborate on Jesus Christ
Something happen to my body that I can't explain
Everything he said had so much weight it made my pupils rain
Yea I was crying like a baby ain't no shame
Felt convicted for the first time in my life and it was strange
That Holy Spirit ran through me like a running back
And almost had your boy doing Jumping Jacks that was

GOD, Ohhh and all the Glory goes to
GOD, this is my story still the Glory goes to
GOD, mama I made it cause he saved me thank you
GOD, God, God, God, God
GOD, Oh and all the Glory goes to
GOD, this is my story still the Glory goes to
GOD, mama I made it cause he saved me thank you
GOD, God, God, God, God

Out in Dallas with my broski on a Tuesday night
Spotted me a Diamond she was shining and fly as a kite
Got her number fast forward I made her the one
Moved her out the crib and into mine that's when it first begun
We was shacking up actin up playing house
Tried to love the streets I was a youngin always staying
On that journey as a Artist tryna make it big
Same time my lady gave birth to our second kid
I put that bling on her finger had her blinding folks
Sealed it at the alter destination out in Mexico
But it ain't always been a breeze it's a bumpy ride
That's what you get when two big heart collide Glory to

GOD, Ohhh and all the Glory goes to
GOD, this is my story still the Glory goes to
GOD, mama I made it cause he saved me thank you
GOD, God, God, God, God
GOD, Oh and all the Glory goes to
GOD, this is my story still the Glory goes to
GOD, mama I made it cause he saved me thank you
GOD, God, God, God, God

Dominical, Costa Rica on a family trip
Huge house pretty view mountain high the view was sick
Sipping White Hennessy they don't sell that in the states
Spanish speaking locals my bro Eric had to translate
We ate this pasta that was bomb it made our pallets melt
Emril type of level you would think Jesus made it his self
No restrictions on the road it's a dangerous commute
Cops don't really regulate the streets you just do what you do
At a modest speed riding wit my family wit me
Doing 60 in a 4-Runner not a Benz or Bentley
18 Wheeler headed straight for our faces
Swerved right, fish tailed and lived to tell it we made it, that was

GOD, Ohhh and all the Glory goes to
GOD, this is my story still the Glory goes to
GOD, mama I made it cause he saved me thank you
GOD, God, God, God, God
GOD, Oh and all the Glory goes to
GOD, this is my story still the Glory goes to
GOD, mama I made it cause he saved me thank you
GOD, God, God, God, God