Credits
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
malachi I hollins
Songwriter:in
Lyrics
That fire, walking through fire, yeah
Walking through fire, yeah
Dang, I'm so tired, yeah
Dang, I'm so tired, yeah
But, I barely got a room for my soul (dang)
I barely got approved for my soul (dang)
But, that's what I gotta do for my bro (aye)
Yes, that's what I gotta do for my bro (uh-uh)
He like, can I hit you back tomorrow (nuh-uh)
I don't know if you'll make it back tomorrow
Ha, I was laughing at the bank, ha-ha
Cause they really think the bank's got a lot
I don't really need your bank, ha-ha
Cause I'm rich up in my soul, ha-ha
Cause I'm rich up in my soul, ha-ha
Yes, I'm rich up in my soul, no lie
Yes, I don't expect you to know why
Why, why
Yes, I don't expect you to know why
You living ten thousand lives
narrow road, no Coraline
How is you doing tonight? (uh-uh) I'm doing fine
I got Jesus on my back, I don't need no spine
I be really counting that, blessings number nine
Really get to flyin, really get to flyin
I woke up one day, God told me I ain't never dying
This is over science, it's my soul inside
Just because that number nine, don't mean that I'm right
(Tsssss) That fire, walking through fire, yeah
That fire, yeah, walking through fire, yeah
I'll admit, I'm a liar, yeah
All these lies, throw them up in the fire, yeah
Big bibles, acquired , yeah
Got me singing in a choir, yeah
Yeah
Written by: malachi I hollins