Find My Way

Single by Gifted Hands called "Highs & Lows" off Gifted Hands 2024 album called "Childhood Trauma"

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Gifted Hands "High & Lows"

Gifted Hands. The Devil Wants Me Bad.

Single by EGR called "Man In The Making" off EGR's 2024 album called "Man In The Making"


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EGR "Man In The Making"

GodTwang 4: Redemption

Different

GodTwang 3: The Next Chapter

Intro

Don't Grow Weary

My Story

Shinin Star

Distracted feat. cyc!

Yeah...
Welcome to the service.
Congregation full of spirits, no judgment—only refills.
Amen to the pour.

Slide through the doors, neon glow like stained glass
Bartender in white, pourin’ sermons in a tall glass
Sit in my pew—leather stool, soul on tap
Confess to the bottle, let the ice take a nap

Old Fashioned preacher, slow with the lesson
Tells me bout my sins, still grants me a blessin’
Rum and Redemption, I sip for reflection
Gin in the choir, singin' truths with affection

This bar’s my church, and I come every night
With a glass in my hand, tryna make it right
Congregation of bottles, lined up in a row
I take communion slow, let the holy water flow

Whiskey’s the elder, wise but a rebel
He talks in fire, but his vibe on a level
Tequila’s a deacon, wild with the dance
Got me speakin’ in tongues, spillin’ truth in advance

Vodka the youth—clean, cool, no fear
Mixes with anyone, never judging what’s near
Brandy the bishop, velvet with the prayer
Lays hands on my chest, like the pain ain’t there

No steeple, no steppin’ in robes
Just stories and smoke in a whiskey-soaked glow
We pass round the glass, like we pass round the word
And every sip heals where the pain once stirred

This bar’s my church, and I come every night
With a glass in my hand, tryna make it right
Congregation of bottles, lined up in a row
I take communion slow, let the holy water flow

The sermon’s done.
Ashtrays full like collection plates.
See you next Sunday, or maybe just tomorrow.
Peace be poured.

Amen To The Pour

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