The Argument

[Verse 1: Jackie Hill] I know you read about him, but tell me did you read right? Did you Andy Mineo, tell me did you C-Lite? Did you see heights that sees your needs until it seems you seem to fee fi fum Jamaican patience so you want more, mon? No nefi (?), my levi's stretch with death in them Jeans with dead denim unclean For touching bodies for hobbies We be the Levites, enough with that God saw the treason from the start, hm, kind of like a lumber jack He's happy with the sun in fact no need for other planets Himself exceeds the ocean so no need for an Atlantic His vantage is enough it's such that must cut up the lusts for stuff that wasn't custom cut So come and stuff a stomach with the glutton once it's God Our affections are infected We read but we don't see we backwards our actions act dyslexic The exit is exactly what Matthew said It's actually finding pleasure in the treasure that was buried and resurrected It's God. He's exactly what we crave It's happiness then habits tend to grab it from the grave But listen Christians slaves, here's my argument: If pleasure is our aim, then we'll find it when our God is who our target is