Pro - Full Court Mess lyrics

I-I-I-I-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 Love out for the king, I'm a 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 'caine Riding with a chopper when I change lanes When I chase fame, full of hate mayne Tryna get a couple ohs in my bank mayne What I face mayne, what 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 rappin' 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 If that mean that I can't even pay for him You know I give everything for him Some say that they down, but they ain't for him I know there's nothing good inside me My evil mind used to blind me 'Til the spirit came to unbind me Now I'm like, use me or otherwise grind me 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 to my final [breath] K-B got OCD, I'm obsessing for Christ like something wrong with me "Me" and "I" can't breath Homie "I" gotta die so that I can breath 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 Grippin' the microphone I gotta give it to them mightily Hold up A! Don't nobody wanna hear somebody who ain't living What the "spitting in the booth" [tongue roll] Continually you know I gotta go and "put it in this dude" [tongue roll] Oh my God to be used! Plus I got disciples that making sure that I mean this, they like So what you got the crowd in all A's! like the dean's list We've been seasoned, sing for a single reason It's in my genes kid, I pen hymns like a seamstress Was living loosely, until the Lord pursued me Induced me, than He moved me to see that gospel and it's beauty (I could be) bleeding profusely but if He's in my viewing Then He can use me up... truly, homie I'm a full court mess 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