Little bro, here's another song. I'm writing an original so you can sing along.
So I'm fresh like a rookie just getting off home plate.
My first base is a hit and run, so I gotta do time for a line so sick,
You'll pick it up like mono at midnight on New Year's Eve.
And you know I luh you like a fat kid loves to eat cake
But my affection for pastries makes my love seem fake
When you think about the choice our Savior had to make:
For our sake he took up the cross and defeated the grave
And all them things you could bake don't seem so great
When you look at his face, arms stretched out wide,
Cuz they nailed to the pine where he took our place,
Now what you know 'bout grace, fam?

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