Can you lose,

by following God?

Can you lose,

by following God?

I'm not talking 'bout following people

I'm not talking about following your friends

I'm not talkin' 'bout following different preachers

I'm not talkin' 'bout following other men

Can you lose

by following God?

He created the heavens and the earth

He's the greatest, and he loves us so much

How could you lose

if you follow God?

I'd follow him anywhere

Father I stretch

I stretch my hands to you, yea

Lifelike,

this is what your life like,

try to live your life right

People really know you, push your buttons like type write

This is like a movie,

but it's really very lifelike

Every single night right,

every single fight, right?

I was looking at the 'Gram

and I don't even like likes

I was screamin' at my Dad,

he told me, "It ain't Christ-like"

I was screamin' at the referee just like Mike

Lookin' for a bright light,

Sigel, what your life like?

Riding on a white bike,

feeling like excite bike (stretch my hands to You)

()

Pressin' on the gas,

supernova for a night light

Screamin' at my dad and he told me,

"It ain't Christ-like"

But nobody never tell you when you're being like Christ

Only ever seein' me

only when they needin' me

Like if Tyler Perry made a movie for BET

Searchin' for a deity,

now you wanna see it free

Now you wanna see if we, let's just see if three a piece.

Tell me what your life like,

turn it down, a bright light

Drivin' with my dad,

and he told me, "It ain't Christ-like" (stretch my hands to You)

()

I'm just tryna find, I've been lookin' for a new way

I'm just really tryna not to really do the fool way

I don't have a cool way,

bein' on my best, though

Block 'em on the text though,

nothin' else next though

Not another word, letter, picture, or a decimal (Father, I stretch)

()

Wrestlin' with God,

I don't really want to wrestle

Man, it's really lifelike,

everything in my life (stretch my hands to You)

()

Arguing with my dad, and he said,

"It ain't Christ-like"

Man

You know, it's like

Somebody only close who can get you, like, off your

I be on my

I woke up this morning,

I said my prayers

I'm all good, then I tried to talk to my dad (stretch my hands to You)

()

Give him some advice, he starts spazzin' on me

I start spazzin' back,

he said "That ain't Christ-like"

I said,

AAAAAAAAAHHHH

Que ce n’est pas Cirno

Enjoy this original piano composition by mr. ratboygenius.

@FrozenChosen

Don’t cry because it’s over, smile because it happened.

My favorite part is at 9:35 when he goes, "Allllllll Riiiiiiight"

Gonna drop some lyrics for you:

I do whatever I want to, to ya

I'll nail your butt to the sheets

A pelvic thrust and the sweat starts to sting ya

I frick like a beast

Every single chick within airshot of Blackie Lawless underwear is soaking wet and they'd let him do whatever they want, because Blakie is a real rockstar. Not some soyboy singing about getting his heart broke and slitting his wrists.

I'm not blaming foids here, blaming the music, the shit that's being put out now ain't the same.

If you wanna live like the 80's then you need to start making real rock again.

This song’s chorus has been stuck in my head for weeks. You all must share my fate.