[Verse 1:]
|
We done came up in the game to rep the name, that's the norm,
|
Not ya big body Lac, fat paper sacks, or your charm
|
Not your lady-like diva you use to keep you warm
|
And not the fat happy sack of doja to keep you calm
|
While you big daddy grilling 'em, Sprewell spinning 'em,
|
Cadillac killing 'em, the Lord ain't felling 'em
|
See He's the King and your rocks ain't work a thing
|
Yet you rock the bling, but you ain't gon' mock the King
|
Cause the rocks would sing before He let you block His thing,
|
Man just watch the scene because the Rock He is the King And He throwed,
|
But you busy worshiping chrome, thick yella bones in the zone
|
Trying to live life on your own
|
And the Lord's chilling watching man trust himself while we all sinning,
|
We front like we don't need His help
|
But we all missing the fact that trusting in yourself
|
While you called Christian is still sin in itself
|
|
[Hook:]
|
Houston we have a problem, we have a problem,
|
Houston we have a problem, we have a problem
|
|
[Verse 2:]
|
Now you know that you should leave the streets,
|
Puffing sweets, chasing cash from week to week,
|
But you won't because you fiend to see your dreams
|
Owning a house at that place where you can see the beach
|
And easily get them girls that you can see that leave the beach
|
So she can be your stand for one night in between the sheets
|
And then you leave, hop inside your 'Lac so you can peep the scene
|
You keep it clean gripping on the grain as you sip the lean,
|
Swanging mean, sinning like a pimp? Brush your shoulders off
|
You can live like a boss, you can floss like a boss,
|
Pay the cost to rep the North, rock a cross and still be lost
|
Cause without the savior no neighbor no paper, no Jacob no make-up
|
Could make up the break up, but make us forsake the Creator
|
That's why we need a Savior that's why I'm hollering out Jesus,
|
Drowning in our sin and we need Him to come retrieve us
|
Believe us, it's time you stopped trusting in yourself,
|
Plus your wealth, lay aside every weight before you crush yourself
|
|
[Hook:]
|
Houston we have a problem, we have a problem,
|
Houston we have a problem, we have a problem
|
|
[Verse 3:]
|
So meet the thesis for my reading the bottom line is you need Him,
|
Plus we're weak and we feening by nature to keep on leaving,
|
Chasing beauty that's fleeting forsaking how we are breathing
|
Replacing Jesus with bondage, like boppers, dollars, and pieces
|
He died to bring us all freedom and rose so we could all meet Him,
|
I know you heard this on Easter, but feast your eyes on the reason
|
God would crucify His seeding when we ain't nothing but heathens,
|
Love made Him cling to a tree when we deserved to be beaten
|
All that so we ain't gotta trust ourself, trust our health, trust our wealth,
|
It don't even make no sense cause it's gon' rust and melt
|
Is it the grain, is it the gal, is it the grill?
|
Or is it Christ who paid the price so you could live
|
Or would you rather burn up in Hell for a mill?
|
I doubt it, you missing that Christians are only Christians in Him
|
Although we live forever right now we living better,
|
Cause if you ain't living by grace you'll die by the letter
|
|
-----------------
|
Houston We Have A Problem
|
| Tedashii |
