Paradox

All glory up to God, the kind of time we on

If it ain't giving praise to Heaven, then don't sign me up

If I ain't breaking out them chains, then they'll bind me up

They keep on offering the fame, but won't buy me out

Cause I ain't selling out

Oh no,

Signing off

On a couple dotted lines, crooked paradox

Man, you can't even recover with a pair of docs

Leave you hanging with a penny and a pair of Crocs

Walking with the Lord best prepare the cost