Lyrics:
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Cause I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me,
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials thinking everything's groovy
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials thinking everything's groovy
Y'all see the way that I am now
But I fight for the king Imma stand now
Y'all don't know if it wasn't for the lamb now
Ain't no telling what I would be minus his hand now
When I gang bang when I slang K
Riding with a chopper when I change lanes
When I chase fame full of hate mayne
Tryna get a couple 0's in my bank mayne
What I face mayne when I break mayne
If I fall tell me would I ever get up
I don't even know why the Lord forgive us
Look at this chance at life that he give us
Now I'm reppin' for him when I do perform
And I take the storm while I'm waitin' for him
If I break for him love of the spirit is in me
I let it be great for him
So unashamed I take hate for him
Even if that mean that I can't pay for him
You know I give everything for him
Some say that they dying but they ain't for him
I know there's nothing good inside me
My evil mind used to blind me
'Till the spirit came to unbind me
Now I'm like use me or otherwise I'm grimy
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials thinking everything's groovy
'Cause I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials thinking everything's groovy
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Use me U-u-u-use me full court mess
J E S U S that's all I gotta say until my final *breath*
KB got OCD I'm obsessed with Christ like something's wrong with me
Me and I can't breathe homie I gotta die so that I can breathe
Through the Christ in me I proceed
Speaking about and preaching about the glory of the gospel
(Hold Up A) With everything inside of me I gotta be anomaly
I gotta be really modeling what I'm saying audibly gripping the microphone I gotta give it to them mightily
(Hold Up A) Don't nobody wanna hear somebody who ain't living what they spitting about
Continually I gotta go and put it in this dude
Oh my God to be you
I got disciples thats making sure that I mean this
So what you got the crowd and all A's like the deans list
If we been seizing sing for a single reason
It's in my genes kid I pen hymns like a seamstress
Was living loosely 'till the Lord pursued me
Induced me then he moved me to see that gospel in his beauty
Bleeding profusely but if he's in my viewing then he can use me up
Truly homie I'm a
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials thinking everything's groovy
'Cause I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Running from my trials, thinking everything's groovy
I'm a full court mess if the Lord don't use me
Use me Use me full court mess
