Verse 1: Lecrae Dear, Uncle Chris, Uncle Keith, Uncle Ricky, - TopicsExpress



          

Verse 1: Lecrae Dear, Uncle Chris, Uncle Keith, Uncle Ricky, Before the Lord get me I gotta say something quickly I grew up empty since my daddy wasnt with me shoot, I wasnt picky Id take any male figure You Stepped in at the right time, Its cause of you that I write rhymes You probably never knew that I loved the way you used to come through, Teach me to do the things that men do True, You showed me stuff I probably shouldnt have seen, But you had barely made it out your teens, And took me under your wings I wanted hats, I wanted clothes just like you, Lean to the side when I rolled just like you Didnt care if people didnt like you, You wanna bang, I wanna bang too Skyline, pyru You wouldve died, I wouldve died too, You went to prison, got sick, lost your pops, Yeah, I cried too You never know whos right behind you, I got a little son now and he do whatever I do But its something deep inside you, That tell you its gotta be more than doing what other guys do, They had nobody there to guide you But I followed your footsteps and this shouldnt surprise you, You realize you, you realize you, you, Yeah, I just wanna be like you Verse 2: Now all I see is money, cars, jewels, Stars Womanizers, tough guys, guns, knives, and scars, Drug pushers, thugs, strippers, fast girls, fast life Everything I wanted and everything I could ask life If this aint living and they lied well, Guess I married an old wives tale Wow, fail I dont know another way to go, This is the only way they ever showed I got this emptiness inside that got me fighting for approval cause I missed out on my daddy saying, way to go, And get that verbal affirmation on know how to treat a woman, Know how to fix an engine, That keep the car running So now Im looking at the media and Im following what they feed me, Rap stars, trap stars, Whoever wants to lead me Even though they lie they still tell me that they love me, They say Im good at bad things at least they proud of me Chorus I just wanna be like you, Walk like, talk like, even think like you The only one I could look to Youre teaching me to be just like you Well I just gotta be like, like, I just gotta be like you (Like you) Verse 3: I was created by God but I aint wanna be like Him, I wanna be Him The Jack Sparrow of my Caribbean I remember the first created being, And how he shifted the blame on his dame For fruit he shouldnt have eaten And now look at us all out of Eden, Wearing designer fig leaves by Louis Vuitton Make believing But God sees through my foolish pride, And how Im weak like Adam another victim of Lucifers lies But then in steps Jesus, All men were created to lead but we needed somebody to lead us More than a teacher, But somebody to buy us back from the darkness, You can say He redeemed us, Taught us that real leaders follow God, Finish the work cause we on our job Taught us not to rob But give life love a wife like He loved the Church, Without seeing how many hearts we can break first I wanna be like you in every way, So if I gotta die every day Unworthy sacrifice But the least I can do is give the most of me Cause being just like you is what Im supposed to be They say you came for the lame, Im the lamest I made a mess but you say youll erase it, Ill take it They say you came for the lame, Im the lamest I broke my life, but you say youll replace it, Ill take it. (I just gotta be like, be like, be like.. Be like, be like, I just gotta be like, be like.. I just gotta be like you...) youtu.be/IiDOyQCCpKs
Posted on: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 02:18:22 +0000

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