VERSE 1:. I hate to see you crying. Seems like your world is torn apart. Just know that God is faithful. He'll heal your wounded heart. . PRE-CHORUS:.
Feel the music son, we got you programmed like a beat. When I press snare, yo, guard your grill. Press kick, you move your feet, you can't compete. I got my hydrants parked on every street.
See the picture in the hall. Framed in magic on the wall. Ain't it funny how it glows. What's on the inside. No one knows. What makes this picture. So inviting.