More Of You

[Intro]
You, more of You
I need more of You

[Verse 1: Hulvey]
Let’s go
I need more of You
I’m undone when I walk in the door to You
You been speakin’ I’m done with ignoring You
Lord, I’m ready to step in the war with You
It’s some people You told me to pour into
Like why does my mind try to border You?
Let me look at the veil that You tore in two
Who gon’ lead to freedom, it’s only You
I wake up at seven and scroll ’til eleven
When I know I should be adoring You
I look back and repent I can't worship no idols
Then walk in and kneel on the floor with You
I'm tryna live what I’m rappin' on
We on a team where wе do what The Captain on
Be what I see I can't look up to Babylon
I'm tryna speak with my lifе when they babble on
He's so holy
Yeah, He comin' back gonna fall
Straight to our knees and we all finna crawl to the King
Finna praise Him like ain't no tomorrow
There ain't one
I lay down my life to The Great One
He stepped on the neck of the snake one
He gave me a glass of His love
I drank one

[Chorus: Hulvey]
I need, I need some more, yeah (Of Jesus in my life ‘cause I can’t)
I need, I need some more, yeah (Of Jesus in my life ‘cause I can’t waiver—)
I need, I need some more, yeah (Of Jesus in my life ‘cause I can’t stop)
I need, I need some more, yeah

[Verse 2: Aha Gazelle]
Hold on, uh
Need a couple more days by the pool
Need a place where I don't need a tool
More grace 'cause I stay breaking rules
Gold chains 'cause I can't afford jewels
I need more than handshakes, fake grins
I need more than pine-sol for my sins
I need more than just racks, where the M's at?
How you even get jacked, where your real friends at?
Need some more of people who don't just say that they love me
But when the time come they gon' actually show up
Not just texting to keep a connection
'Cause they got the message that I'm finna blow up
Kick me out, said I'm not really Christian 'cause I blow prescription
And I was like hold up, all that walking around like you flawless
Is making me nauseous in here finna throw up
All I see is the kids, with no demonstrations of grownups who actually grow up
Not pretending you're perfect, but maybe admittin' that really you actually tore-up
From the floor up, I don't need nothing back when I show love
Why you waitin' on blessings to come down
All you need is more praises to go up

[Outro: Hulvey]
You, more of You
I need some more
I need more of You
I need some more
I need some more