Better

[Verse 1: JGivens] Count sheep Now enter a dream Of a scepter held by an expert Shepherd And He do the same thing But for these sheep it seems like it's 1-2-3 Keep falling on me Now honestly think Would you ever depend on attention-deficit sheep That continue to think they could peep with the Shepherd and His network "Let him eat give him new fleece" They want a sweatshirt Or when they eat so they struggle to read And every other week it's an excerpt from an internet verse On a meme or a t-shirt or a mass text Fast-food eating little sheep Try and lecture But they walk weak with a limp like a Fred Durst Who gonna confess first? No no doubt or don't speak There's a lamb in silence with a Hannibal (bull) And he should give it all to the lector And ask the Shepherd so dare I try I'm Jeremiah the bulimic sheep who don't eat I just say I'm tired and go to sleep paralyzed Like what if my legs are a pair of lies I count real well and I stand disguised Cat with a little bit of fear is a whole lot of pride can you feel me Started from the bottom like Wheelchair Jimmy Now I'm trying to get verified Who cares? God, where was I? Confessions to the God of Jacob changed my makeup And give me grace when I wake up [Hook: Natalie Lauren] In the morning comes the simplest of pleasure Eyes wide open to the sight of treasures But you gotta see something better Better Than stuff around you You gotta see something better Better better Little pretty treasures trying to drown you out [Verse 2: Jackie Hill Perry] I wake up and I think Does an artist seek The canvas or the paint He makes the brush blush plus He loves what he can't obtain I guess he's drawing a blank It's nothing An idiom made him something David Blaine can't change I tricked you You reading the surface of this puzzle The struggle is beneath. It's deep. I'm shallow It's like I want what I see But I can't get past my shadow My need competes with me I wanna battle The snake's awake now My trophy's rattle I'm done with riddles The truth is simple I wake up and Folgers fold me into something fickle In other words, what's brewing is my ruin It's simple The music of my morning has no Word Hear the instrumental Of the lies of self-sufficiency I'm living like I've been complete Tweeting before I speak to King Or Mordecai with better dreams It's better things than sight 'Cuz I was made for this If mirrors make me happier than Christ Then I'm an atheist. It's fact or fiction [Hook: Natalie Lauren] In the morning comes the simplest of pleasure Eyes wide open to the sight of treasures But you gotta see something better Better Than stuff around you You gotta see something better Better better Little pretty treasures trying to drown you out [Outro: Natalie Lauren] Don't ever leave my side You're all I wanted, need inside It's your love It's you It's your love It's you It's you, it's you Never leave, never leave me Never leave, never leave me