I would still be caught up in religion Tryna get to Heaven on ambition I was pullin' overtime in prison, sending prayers up When nobody else would listen (But God) I would still be high in my addiction I would still be dying for a livin' I would still be sick with no physician 'bout to give up Doctor told me it was finished (But God)
Pulled me out of that grave Broke me out of those chains Who else can say "Kill me on Friday, rise on Sunday"?
Nobody, nobody but God Can bear this weight Can take a lease out on the grave Nobody, nobody but God Deserves that name So who else you gonna praise but God?
Man, I think the Devil is a mailman Serving papers like I'm late up on my payment Ain't nobody tell him, "It's already paid, man I'm already saved, man, " Thought he had a claim (But God) Bet death thought he had Him on a Friday Soft serve, he forgot about Sunday So sweet that He cavitied the grave got the tombstone engraved And the only thing it said (But God)
Pulled me out of that grave Broke me out of those chains Who else can say "Kill me on Friday, rise on Sunday"?
Nobody, nobody but God Can bear this weight Can take a lease out on the grave Nobody, nobody but God Deserves that name So who else you gonna praise but God?
He lifted me, lifted me out He lifted me, lifted me out He lifted me, lifted me out Look where I'm standing, look where I'm standing now He lifted me, lifted me out He lifted me, lifted me out He lifted me, lifted me out Look where I'm standing, look where I'm standing now
Nobody, nobody but God Can bear this weight Can take a lease out on the grave Nobody, nobody but God Deserves that name So who else you gonna praise but God?
Nobody So who else you gonna praise but God?
Compositores: Brandon Lake, Micah Nichols, Benjamin William Hastings & Zac Lawson