comin’ dine

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“Comin’ Dine” By Christ_Crusade (Mellow, Jazzy, Mac Miller Vibes with Palmer Squares-Style Wordplay) (Intro – Laid-Back Keys, Lo-Fi Drum Loop, Conversational Tone) Yeah… Christ_Crusade… I been hungry for a minute, till I found what lasts… Feast at the table… ain’t no empty glass. Let’s talk about it. (Verse 1 – Smooth Flow, Clever Wordplay, Layered Rhyme Schemes) Look, I was feasting on the fleeting, never filled, just depleted, Tryna season all my demons, but the flavor was deceivin’. I was reachin’, but the grip kept slippin’ like the reason I was breathin’ wasn’t God, it was me that I believed in. Hold up—truth hit like a silver spoon, Fed my pride, but it never bloomed. Chased that bag, but the hole too deep, Said, “Eat, my son,” now my soul got peace. (Chorus – Melodic, Dreamy, Lo-Fi Vibes) I’m comin’ dine, I’m sippin’ grace, At His table, got my place. Used to run, but now I stay, Ain’t no hunger, I’m okay. (Verse 2 – Faster Flow, Palmer Squares-Style Wordplay, Slightly Quirky but Deep) I was lost in the sauce, thought the cost was a toss-up, Chokin’ on the lies, like my pride got me locked up. Thought I had the recipe, mixed it with my energy, Turns out the flesh ain’t a chef—it’s my enemy. Now I’m sittin’ at the feast, no receipt, it was free, Paid in blood, John 6:33. Livin’ water hit different when your soul been dry, Now I sip slow, yeah, I let that ride. (Chorus – Repeat, Layered Vocals, Chill Harmonies) I’m comin’ dine, I’m sippin’ grace, At His table, got my place. Used to run, but now I stay, Ain’t no hunger, I’m okay. (Outro – Soft Saxophone, Faded Vocal Ad-Libs, Spoken Feel) Yeah… ain’t hungry no more… I was lookin’ in the wrong kitchen. Now I’m fed… now I’m whole… Christ_Crusade… Let’s talk about it. @8shott @draggstar_evan @thabisothabo @samskyles @kanambogode @denzelhart @phoenixblaze89 @solzillaakinbola @candeecain @realbtajaym00 @maxkambou @yungmatt1 @big.gecchi @ashleymarnett @rnevmscia4 @smftog @landonsims.11609821 @rapfame_official