I've got a thing for Pastor Love
Without a church
He keeps my eyes on above
I want to be his tesimony
Disrobe his Holy
Have him kneel down and hold me
And tonight
I need salvation
I'll read his Bible
But we'll end at creation...
...Deliver me
Nigga PREACH TO ME
Speak on me
In tongues.
Catching your Spirit
And at 4am
Our sermon will still be young
As I get down and pray
Climb on your steeple
There's no resting this Sunday
Work me like Job
I'll prove to be faithful
Annoint me with your probe
Baptize my body in yours
I'm your Crusader
I'll fight and end all wars
I've loved a lot of false prophets
Worshipped false idols
But with only you, do I profit
If it's blasphemy
I don't want to stop it
Can I get a witness?
His pride is a pulpit
His faith is relentless
He never falls for temptation
A Jezebels fornication
Could never be as sweet
as my communion's libation
He gets down and drinks me
In remberance of we
They pretend to be meek
But he turns the other cheek
I once was blind
But now I see
He loves from behind
And all over me
Baby preach to me
Hallelujah!
Preach to me!
At the midnight hour
Preach to me!
Until I repent
Preach to me!
Until walls come tumbling down
Preach to me!
(C) 2012 Isayaah Parker Publishing
