Hyper Fenton & Moflo Music

"Field Goal"

[Intro]
Check check
Yeah
I be kickin' up
Yeah yeah

[Chorus]
I be kickin' up, like a field goal
Like, like, a field goal
Kick, kick, kickin' up, like a field goal
And it's all good
Kick, kick, kickin' up, like a field goal
Like, like, a field goal
Kick, kick, kickin' up, like a field goal
It's all good

[Verse 1]
Ever since I was a kid at 14 I struggled
I never really thought much outside my bubble
Never was a whiz kid, I was more of a Muggle
So my life was board games, only Sorry and Trouble
Tried to make myself king, I was hidin' in rubble
So I talk a big game at the end of my fumble
Devil keep me in shame so you know I'ma stumble in the game
When it rains it pours, so now it seems like open the doors
Maybe the cause of the rain
Wasn't because of my pain, but Cain
Because of my legs lame, my faith tamed
[?] sayin' I'm forever changed
But I ain't sayin' the same thing to fellow men
Weighin' on my soul is a hole that I can't fill
'Less I'm dishin' out the gospel and harvestin' whole fields
And I'm sick and tired, tellin' myself like "Oh well
Least I'm conquering my sin and I'm not my old self"

[Pre-Chorus]
But at the church scene, I'ma go hard
I'm a WWE star
And at the worst me, I'ma crash hard
'Cause it's all fake
But at the church scene, I'ma go hard
I'm a WWE star
And at the worst me, I'ma crash hard
'Cause it's all fake

[Chorus]
I be kickin' up, like a field goal
Like, like, a field goal
Kick, kick, kickin' up, like a field goal
And it's all good
Kick, kick, kickin' up, like a field goal
Like, like, a field goal
Kick, kick, kickin' up, like a field goal
And it's all good

[Verse 2]
Dear white middle-class Americans
Have you supported blacks more than you paid for the [?]?
Because it seems to me that you have settled in
Just like all the pastors who never shared their [?]
Working for the kingdom that only fits in their acreage
Only for the sake of religious acts and sacraments
Is this all there is? Are you ready to take a risk?
Singin' 'bout freedom with chains on your wrists
And this just in, I don't know where you been
But bein' Christian's more than coverin' sin
That's just the first step, brother, after you repent
Please make sure you're goin' to the place where you were sent
He meant what He said when He came from the dead
And Jesus told us all that the gospel needs to be spread
To every tongue and nation, conversations bringin' bread
And life eternal through the Word of Him from Nazareth

[Pre-Chorus]
But at the church scene, I'ma go hard
I'm a WWE star
And at the worst me, I'ma crash hard
'Cause it's all fake
But at the church scene, I'ma go hard
I'm a WWE star
And at the worst me, I'ma crash hard
'Cause it's all fake

[Outro]
I be kickin' up
Kick, kick, kickin' up
And at the church scene, I'ma go hard
I'm a WWE star
And at the church scene, I'ma go hard
And it's all fake

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