Put It Down by The Ambassador


Song Lyrics


Put It Down
by The Ambassador

Album: Stop the Funeral


Hook
Bring the praise, put it down
Bring the praise, put it down
Bring the praise, put it down
Bring the praise, put it down
Get your hands in the air like you really don't care
Hands in the air like you really don't care
Get your hands in the air like you really don't care
Really don't, really don't, really don't care

Verse 1
You're lookin' at Jesus, you're lookin' at a Savior
Lookin' at his peace bruh you're lookin' at praises
Who know how they give it up and know how they get it in
Couldn't keep the law but the Spirit keeps abiding like a citizen
It is in Christ that I'm able to
Say Jesus fills to the max like you ate enough
Couldn't be straighter bruh no second guessin' it
This is no estimate, you got zero, God got the rest of it
Yes I get sick of hearin' how icy your neck could get
Really you are naked, there's a run where you have yet to writ
It just so happens the only fashion is passin'
The holy standard is Jesus, perfect in all his actions
So I'ma figure if indeed I brag
When I'm vapor while the Savior has a D I swag
On a course, on a corner there is swagger like us
But the matter is we all got a swagger like dust

Hook

Verse 2
The praise goes up, somethin' does come down
Sorry me, can't determine what it is, not my ground
My hope in his character, there is a fountain that's filled
With blood, plus good from the fountain that spilled
To the lowest of the low: if you're low, get lower
‘Cause I know about a flow of grace and know there's more
Of what you need ‘cause the tree wasn't all for Mia
But ‘cause all did fall in the Harmartia
Praise him in the AM hey I'm just sayin' why we delay him
Praise him in the PM, we and a couple people who see him
As worthy, surely he is worthy, his mercy endureth
As for the earth, he made the earth and of course he can cure it
Most don't feel me but I flow so really
You can know who I know ‘cause he's oh so illing
We are purchased, Jesus is the purchaser
The purchaser of the worst of nerds

Hook

Verse 3
I am with the psalmist, people oughta praise him
Praise him ‘cause he'll place you in the Son like a raisin
Bein' that he made them, raise them hands
Death couldn't even faze him, he patented that Raisin Bran
And the Host of Heaven know the most, then let him
Have a boasting session, then we'll go and rep him
To the full, that triune, full house triune
Praise through the roof with the fullest volume
Wait, just in case I'm erasin' all doubt
I got reasons we should praise for days, let's all shout
Praise him for electin' us, callin' us all out
From the grave Jesus raised, no crawlin', he walked out
His love's no fable, his favor's not all mouth
Praise him for knowing our record and throwing it all out
Hear that? Even though he is knowin' we're all foul
Threw our record out the court like throwin' a ball out

Hook

Get your hands in the air like you really don't care
Hands in the air like you really don't care
Get your hands in the air like you really don't care
Really don't, really don't, really don't care


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