I Just Wanna Get There

[Hook] God, You're making me better You're making me better And You choose to do it however, whenever, wherever (x4) [Verse 1] You don't know what I've been through, don't know what I've been through When the pain cuts deep, cuts deep You would think it was jiu-jitsu And with me as the meat on the menu Instead of peps with the meat from the temple Trying to find joy in the midst, this don't seem that simple Cause I do what I don't want to do when what I don't want I do And I do what I don't want to do and what I want to do I don't do It's me, not You And it seems I'm not true And it seems I’m not you Pleased in things that are not You Seeing things that are not true, man Can't fight the fight because I'm too mad The light to bright to drive you badge My vision, so distracted by tension Condemnation, placing faith in the weight of my sickness Life's prescription is distant Wait, my Physician is living His finish was the grace for my prison The cake for the villains I'm raised in His image It's the penicillin for the snake and his venom I race and I'm tempted I race and I'm trippin' My behavior like I wasn't raised from the crypt I got to face it, I'm sick Then I get a face of me waiting for me to see Jesus And gaze at His face until I get there [Hook] [Verse 2] Don't know what we go through, don't know what we go through See the rings, see the videos, see the means See the dreams of the queen for the good life But I want to be a good wife Wish I would have come home It would have been a good night But instead we had a fight And the price is the piece of the wolf bite I came home from that honeymoon Feeling high, feeling right Feeling like our whole life was in front of us Until something nudged me to take the test It said 'yes' I'm saying 'No, this can't be right Can't be sight I'm trying to live This can't be life How am I a mother after eight days of being a wife?' I'm being invited to imprint a life And I can't focus on nothing else but me Until I realize who was living in me was given to me From His wisdom Livin Swimming with fins, fishing with fin My heart's society bait, telling us "wait" Baby's first name is "mistake" It's a problem when the saints Believe that we're slow dancing with sovereignty Until we got to be taken from this life like it's robbery We're just pottery The joy is that the clay is shaped by grace And the Potter promised me that everything will work for good [Hook]