KB - Full Court Mess lyrics

HOOK 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, I'mma 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 Even 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 HOOK 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, Me" and "I" can't 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 ain't 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 kid, I pen hymns like a seamstress Was living loosely, until the Lord pursued me Induced me, then 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 HOOK