Knowdaverbs - Phullon Empty lyrics

I drive not on my own understanding getting Getting ga**ed up for advancing I deflate myself for expanding Vehicles, we won, be we ride, full on empty A lot of times I feel not y'all, the mood to write a song 'Cause everything I've kicked around in my head It feels wrong I grab a chair, a quiet spot a pen And empty beat and play it in dire straights To inscribe this loose leaf I flip back in my notes to parts I've wrote but never finished And sew those together in desperate need For compositions and for known reasons They never feel too tasty My word usage is all off and my rhyme pattern is all janky What ever merry idea started with then I'll divorce it Then a light bulb pops on, is it God or Verbs trying to force it? I wanna tune into a song and know it's God without a doubt And keep my tank full on Christ when my self is emptied out My job is not to think a million just to figure out a verse Even in the Bible Belt you hear pants when souls thirst If we're more commercial than a break in a UPN sitcom I'd still be held accountable for every line that you hear my voice on For a car to run at all it must stay ga**ed up For me to write at all I need to take the daily task up Of doing what I need while staying robed In what I read ain't no harvest to collect If no farmers will throw no seed although my soul may still say yes It's a daily thing to wake and knock the mess out the flesh I drive not on my own understanding, getting Getting ga**ed up for advancing I deflate myself for expanding Vehicles, we won, be we ride, full on empty I plans to ride shot gun with my Lord in one accord There's transportation in his name like Chevy Chase or Harry Ford 'Cause I'd be plain out of luck baking just on what I know By mind can draw some blanks like karate champs of TaeBo I exercise his ways I'm fonda' how things work out His foolishness has been wiser than our strongest of routes So I surrender all and use the cross as leverage Trying to scratch the surface of service being poured out beverage To change my will it cost my life, period, end of story Do great things in His name so only He receives the glory To a pessimist an empty gla** is just good For no use an optimist will leave it there Prepared for full on juice Obedience keeps you from tickets in zones of speed traps So His word close and snug tight like wave caps His sovereignty is like a baby during terms that you're pregnant 'Cause you learn to wait on Him, then you feel it and expect it