Lord I Need You

Well, Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me Wrap Your arms around with Your mercy Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me I give up on doin' things my way And tell me everything's gonna be alright, oh When you said give me a ring, you really meant a ring, huh? Turned out to be more than just a fling, huh? Three hours to get back from Palm Springs, huh? Who you know spend an hour in Walgreens, huh? You know you'll always be my favorite prom queen Even when we in dad shoes, or mom jeans Too many complaints made it hard for me to think Would you shut up? I can't hear myself drink We used to do the freak like seven days a week It's the best collab since Taco Bell and KFC, uh Talk to me nicely, don't come at me loud You had a Benz at sixteen, I could barely afford a Audi How you gon' try to say sometimes it's not about me? Man, I don't know what I would do without me Billionaire sport, step up to the court They rented a room, we bought the resort God got me, baby, God got the children The devil run the playground, but God own the buildin' Time went silence, a luxury Cussin' at your baby mama, guess that's why they call it custody God got us, baby, God got the children The devil run the playground, but God own the buildin' Time and space is a luxury But you came here to show that you still in love with me Startin' to feel like you ain't been happy for me lately, darlin' 'Member when you used to come around and serenade me, whoa But I guess it's gone different in a different direction lately Tryna do the right thing with the freedom that you gave me (Wheezy outta here) Your gun off safety Speak first, don't break me Harsh words, you're angry Lord, don't take me, oh, oh Well, Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me Wrap Your arms around with Your mercy Lord, I need You to wrap Your arms around me I give up on doin' things my way And tell me everything's gonna be alright, oh (Wheezy outta here) --- Lord I Need You - Kanye West and Sunday Service Choir