Lyrics

Well I really thought that maybe I could just be really something I could make a profit off you And treat you like you're nothing at all Thought I'd get away with it But then you got into my business Made a whip and started flipping Now I hear you loud and clear I've made God into a concept that I That I don't know at all So cleanse my temple Where there is pride let it die Where there's ambition That's not on mission Would you give me heart To set it right Well I really thought that maybe I could just be really something I could make a profit off you And treat you like you're nothing at all Thought I'd get away with it But then you got into my business Made a whip and started flipping Now I hear you loud and clear I've made God into a concept that I That I don't know at all So cleanse my temple So that you and I align Where there's ambition That's not on mission Would you give me heart To see it right I don't want to be a den of thieves I don't want to rob you I want your house just to be all that You conceived I don't want to be a host for sin But Jesus won't you help me I just can't seem to stop All these things from calling out to me So cleanse my temple Where there is pride let it die Cleanse my temple So that you and I align Where there's ambition That's not on mission Would you give me heart To see it right
Writer(s): Jamin Bradley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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