Kanye West - Follow God lyrics
Kanye West/Ye [Kanye Omari West] Atlanta, Georgia, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Kanye West - Follow God lyrics]
Father, I stretch stretch my hands to You
Lifelike, this is what your life like
Try to live your life right
People really know you
Push your buttons like typewrite
This is like a movie
But it's really very lifelike
Every single night, right
Every single fight, right?
I was looking at the 'Gram and
I don't even like likes
I was screamin' at my dad, he told me
"It ain't Christ-like"
I was screamin' at the referee just like Mike
Lookin' for a bright light, Sigel
What your life like riding on a white bike
Feeling like Excitebike
(Stretch my hands to You)
Pressin' on the gas
Supernova for a night light
Screamin' at my dad and he told me
"It ain't Christ-like"
But nobody never tell you when
You're being like Christ
Only ever seein' me only when they needin' me
Like if Tyler Perry made a movie for BET
Searchin' for a deity
Now you wanna see it free
Now you wanna see if we
Let's just see if three apiece
Tell me what your life like, turn it down
A bright light
Drivin' with my dad, and he told me
"It ain't Christ-like"
(Stretch my hands to You)
I'm just tryna find
L've been lookin' for a new way
I'm just really tryin' not to
Really do the fool way
I don't have a cool way, bein' on my best
Though block 'em on the text though
Nothin' else next though
Not another word, letter, picture
Or a decimal (Father, I stretch)
Wrestlin' with God
I don't really want to wrestle
Man, it's really lifelike
Everything in my life
(Stretch my hands to You)
Arguing with my dad, and he said
"It ain't Christ-like"
Man you know, it's like
Somebody only close who can get you, like
Off your i be on my
I woke up this morning, I said my prayers
I'm all doing good, I tried to talk to my dad
(Stretch my hands to You)
Give him some advice
He starts spazzin' on me
I start spazzin' back
He said "That ain't Christ-like"
I said, "Ahhh"
Lifelike, this is what your life like
Try to live your life right
People really know you
Push your buttons like typewrite
This is like a movie
But it's really very lifelike
Every single night, right
Every single fight, right?
I was looking at the 'Gram and
I don't even like likes
I was screamin' at my dad, he told me
"It ain't Christ-like"
I was screamin' at the referee just like Mike
Lookin' for a bright light, Sigel
What your life like riding on a white bike
Feeling like Excitebike
(Stretch my hands to You)
Pressin' on the gas
Supernova for a night light
Screamin' at my dad and he told me
"It ain't Christ-like"
But nobody never tell you when
You're being like Christ
Only ever seein' me only when they needin' me
Like if Tyler Perry made a movie for BET
Searchin' for a deity
Now you wanna see it free
Now you wanna see if we
Let's just see if three apiece
Tell me what your life like, turn it down
A bright light
Drivin' with my dad, and he told me
"It ain't Christ-like"
(Stretch my hands to You)
I'm just tryna find
L've been lookin' for a new way
I'm just really tryin' not to
Really do the fool way
I don't have a cool way, bein' on my best
Though block 'em on the text though
Nothin' else next though
Not another word, letter, picture
Or a decimal (Father, I stretch)
Wrestlin' with God
I don't really want to wrestle
Man, it's really lifelike
Everything in my life
(Stretch my hands to You)
Arguing with my dad, and he said
"It ain't Christ-like"
Man you know, it's like
Somebody only close who can get you, like
Off your i be on my
I woke up this morning, I said my prayers
I'm all doing good, I tried to talk to my dad
(Stretch my hands to You)
Give him some advice
He starts spazzin' on me
I start spazzin' back
He said "That ain't Christ-like"
I said, "Ahhh"