Derek Minor - Full Court Mess lyrics

I-I-I-I-I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me 'Cause I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me, I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy Y'all see the way that I am now Love out for the king, Imma stand now Y'all don't know if it wasn't for the lamb now Ain't no telling what I would be minus his hand now When I gang bang, when I slang 'caine Riding with a chopper when I change lanes When I chase fame, full of hate mayne Tryna get a couple ohs in my bank mayne What I face mayne, what I break mayne If I fall, tell me would I ever get up I don't even know why the Lord forgive us Look at this chance at life that he give us Now I'm rappin' for him when I do perform And I take the storm, while I'm waitin' for him If I break for him, love of the spirit is in me I let it be great for him So unashamed, I take hate for him If that mean that I can't even pay for him You know I give everything for him Some say that they down, but they ain't for him I know there's nothing good inside me My evil mind used to blind me 'Till the spirit came to unbind me Now I'm like, use me or otherwise grind me I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy 'Cause I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me Use me, U-u-u-use me, full court mess J-e-s-u-s that's all I gotta say to my final (breath) K-B got OCD, I'm obsessing for Christ like something wrong with me "Me" and "I" cant breath/ Homie "I" gotta die so that I can breath Through the Christ In me I proceed Speaking about and preaching about the glory of the gospel Hold up A With everything inside of me I gotta be anomaly I gotta be really modeling what I'm saying audibly- grippen the microphone I gotta give it to them mightily Hold up A Don't nobody wanna hear somebody who aint living what the "spitting in the booth"(tongue roll) Continually you know I gotta go and "put it in this dude"(tongue roll) oh my God to be used! Plus I got disciples that making sure that I mean this They like So what you got the crowd in all A's! Like the deans list We've been seasoned, sing for a single reason It's in my genes (jeans) kid, I pen hymns (hems) like a seamstress Was living loosely, until the Lord pursued me/ Induced me, than He moved me to see- that gospel and it's beauty (I could be) bleeding profusely but if He's in my viewing than He can use me up...truly- homie ima FULLCOURTMESS I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy 'Cause I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me Use me, U-u-u-use me, full court mess