You Will - Andy Mineo

When you see me I’m in uptown baby

What you know about me oh

Nothing really well let’s change that

See I came back I took a break but now I break that

Formerly known yeah I made that

And them car-tunez every Saturday

Eat your breakfast (Tell 'em play that)

Yeah I got lines like bar codes

Yeah I got jokes like Bart Simpson on bar phones (Moe's Tavern)

How you acting dumb on your smartphone

Fishing of men so I stay looking

Casting nets like I’m straight Brooklyn

Oh your life so hard

Why don’t you face your problems don’t Facebook em'

Satan trying to make the straight crooked

With the porn sites but I ain’t looking

I got bands that’ll make her dance

That’s a wedding ring for my wife, bling

I’mma say that twice, bling

Ladies if you ain’t got one

Don’t give him none true love is waiting

And you so worth that

I know you heard some bull crap

But if you headed down the wrong path

Go ahead and turn back

You’re never too far to be made new

They said you damaged goods but it ain’t true

I testify to that I ain’t lying Jack

You could check with my whole crew whoop

Y-O-U owe me nothing, no, nothing

Y-O-U owe me nothing, no, nothing

I know you will, I know you will, I know you will, I know you will

I know you will, I know you will, I know you will, I know you will

I know you will, I know you will

Even when they say you won’t

I know you will, I know you will, I know you will

Even when they say you can’t

I know you will

No there’s nothing you can’t do

Nothing in this world too big for you

So when they say you can’t

I know you will, I know you will

Even when they say you can’t

I know you will

Some say you can’t, I say that you will

My sinning cost a grip but Jesus paid the bill

You don’t believe in miracles, I show you why they real

Some rappers don’t got skill but somehow they got a deal, weird

I’m riding around in this airport, flying around on my skateboard

And my glasses on like a straight dork

Oh, your money tall, but these days short

I love the haters so I pray for 'em

See them hearts we aim for 'em

So I tell the world and we stay touring

And we do it our way, we won’t change for 'em

This ain’t no fast food, you can’t order us

They looking so confused, what’s the formula?

We just really want more of God

Nah, we don’t really want more of us

Cause He did it we giving Him thanks

Even when they ain’t awarding us

And them strip clubs, money drugs

C’mon cous' you boring us

We heard it all before

And I’m still unimpressed with that sort of stuff

We were made for more though

With them award shows and you thank Christ

That lip service don’t mean nothing if you ain’t about that life