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[Verse]
War torn forlorn mental capacity
Gal got the place of the skull itâs tryinâ kill me
Manâs mindâs full of landmines
Trying to ride through thought pattern (lust, drugs, greed)
And some lies too
Itâs a way to get all these things behind you
Never tiptoe around the minefield
Try to dwell in the place where the Holy Ghost hides you
Psalms 91 repeating back like a drive through
[Chorus]
Hopeless - I wish Iâd come home you, with you, so high
So this - blue sky I run to, run to, so high
Hopeless - I wish Iâd come home you, come home to you, so high
So this - blue sky I run to, run to, sometimes
Focus - too much sunshine sunburn you and me
[Outro Liz Vice, J Givens]
You ainât gotta fly so high (fly so, fly so)
You ainât gotta drive so high (fly so, fly so, fly so high)