Brag on My Lord - Trip Lee

Can I brag on my Lord?

Go and brag on him, Trip

Can I brag on my Lord?

Go and brag on him, Trip

Can I brag on my Lord?

Go and brag on him, Trip

Let me brag on my Lord

Yeah he’s hotter than fires, we roll with the flyest

He touch me and I change kinda like he’s King Midas

He rolled me three-hundred way before a Leonidas

He holds me down, I call him Your Highness … get it?

I heard other faith groups talkin' ‘bout they were the lightest

But the Father’s portioned to Christ, he’s got a bias

He never does it quite the way we think, he’s got surprises

Our eyes is focused on him so we fired up and we wired

He took us out the dirt, grimy muck in the mire

Addicted to his grace, man I call him my supplier

Then we call him Most High cause ain’t nobody higher

King Jesus, we not sleepin' on him, all nighter

No he’s not Elijah, greater than Jeremiah

He’s the best, hear the crowd screaming from the risers

Been workin' for eternity but never been hired

He’s on his Brett Favre, you can’t make him retire

(Brag on him) I’m still goin', can’t quiet us

The Light of the World, nobody’s brighter, I try to

Emulate his walk, I ain’t original I strive to

Copy his style, I aspire to be a biter

You can’t make us turn on him for prizes and bribe us

Check his power mayne, from his love you can’t pry us

Not even with pliers, so please don’t even try to

If loving him’s a crime, then indict us (I gotta brag)

Can I brag on my Lord?

Go and brag on him, Trip

Can I brag on my Lord?

Go and brag on him, Trip

Can I brag on my Lord?

Go and brag on him, Trip

Let me brag on my Lord

Brag on …

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Go and brag on him, Trip

Go and brag on him, Trip

Go and brag on him, Trip