Vices - Jimmy Clifton (Impressão)

You might want to leave my house

You're the man, and I'm the mouse

I've claimed Jesus in my speech, but stuck to vices like a leech

I'm a man of empty words like a flock of dying birds

I've got followers in reach, but fail to practice what I preach

Oh-oh

Oh, I've got vices

And I can't fight it

Oh, I've got vices

I've placed 'em in Your hands

Thank You, I am dead to sins

Whoa-oh

You might wanna turn this off 'cause I'm a hypocrite in mind

What you've seen in video, I've been a fool, I've been a joke

Please forgive me, friend, it's true

I've sinned against our God and you

I repent to Jesus Christ, for He's above what can be priced

Whoa-whoa-whoa-whoa

Oh, I've got vices

Oh, I can't fight it

Oh, I've got vices

I've placed 'em in Your hands

Thank You, I am dead to sins

Thank You, I am dead to— (whoa)

Thank You, I am dead to sins

Oh, I've got vices

And I can't fight it

Oh, I've got vices

And I've placed 'em in Your hands

Thank You, I am dead to sins

I had vices

I couldn't fight them

Oh, I had vices

Father, thank You that I died

With Your Son, was crucified

Thank You, I was crucified

Composição: James Stewart Clifton, Benjamin Haddon Tackett, Jimmy Clifton, William Paul Clifton