Am I too conservative Too much to occur again Cluelessly detoured again Still ain't reach my surface yet Too much to emerge From sins Im-mense-ly submerged back then Stupid me the many times What i should've learned Passed overhead_ What choice should I've Chosen instead I can't have you round right now I gotta screw My head on Don't think cuz I dibble dabble I don't keep my head strong Don't think im_invincible Truth is I ain't ever plan on staying long I know Ain't no way to Play along when Nothing I've been left with All too much to ask I'll safely make it home Not a lot of effort Ain't a measure When u slept on Scales releave themselves From balance Ain't no checkers on My Chess board Piggy bank still on my dresser Better spend it u Can't take it with you Spirit and the carnal severe Witness now my Elevation Risen to a higher level Soon enough Ik I'll have used this measure we shall ride a horse with the master flyin loopty loops round disaster we dont wanna move any faster we done made choice not to choose to move backward we dont really move less he ask us we blessed by best first victims of distress now the fruits of his basket the fame and the loot left and absent flying past the tides to surpass it you should leave the loot to the madness you kno you cant take the loot past the casket u can leave the things that u thought you could prove past the casket stripping all the titles and the spoofs From the pastors its not up to you who he choose to move past here spirit on the move so we too make the moves just to catch up satan on the loose tryna cacth us we been stead fast planted root as his fruits in the pasture we shall ride a horse with the master flyin loopty loops round disaster we dont wanna move any faster we done made choice not to choose to move backward we dont really move less he ask us satan takin aim tryna shoot but it passed us we shall ride a horse with the master following to purge the very source of disaster following the course of our master falling nothing short from our master drawing forth our swords as we soar with the master baring glory honor and support for the master time to go to war for the master we shall ride a horse with the master flyin loopty loops round disaster we dont wanna move any faster we done made choice not to choose to move backward we dont really move less he ask us