Full Court Mess

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