Got My Paper by Exmiranda Lyrics
[intro]
I'm doing it, doing it , doing it , wow
I'm doing , i'm doing , i'm doing
Wow
Living my dreams pursuing them now
I'm doing , i'm doing , i'm doing
Wow
[[Hook:Exmiranda]
I got my paper got my pen Got my pad
This what I have, what I am, it ain't a fad 4X
[verse1:Exmiranda]
Emotions on a sheet
Tears on a paper
Fears instilled from my peers will they ever take her
Serious, I ain't trying to be a freaking faker
Bakers, I’m a pair of jimmy choos
Pouring out my different hues
Whether light or blue
Or the weather bright or full of gloom
Your shorty finna bloom
Shortly she will boom
Of course she in the upper room
Writing down and praying up Spirit filled tunes
Chilling with my God like I live in Cancun
Killing these beats and saving you from your doom
Writing takes of my mask, no costume
We`s a perfect match like an organ transplant
It ain't a fad , writing is my fam and music is my clan
I got my paper got my pen Got my pad
Chorus
I got my paper got my pen Got my pad
This what I have, what I am , ain't a fad
8X
[Verse 2:Exmiranda]
If I can’t write, it’s a form of prison
Like a rainbow trapped inside a glass prism
But light shines through cause my saviors has risen
Poetry’s my life besides man and Christ living
When I write its therapy for my hidden
Situation, a Cathartic vacation to any location
From this worlds aching
Some say my rhymes are elementary and basic
But I bring sight to eyes , I’m performing Lasik
I’m patient and humble, if I ain't God keep me low
If it’s your will help me heap up the dough
But help me maintain a super duper deep flow
When I drive keep my wheels on that narrow road
Through rain mud or a hill of steep snow
My pain was taken , to God my life I owe
If I go in reverse have my jeep towed
[Hook]
[verse3:Exmiranda]
Verse 3
I should be in class but I skipped again
I’m up in the church writing out my script again
I’m equipped my friend, this chick is nocturnal
Killing and beating them tracks like a teenage mutant ninja turtle
When I experience hurdles I don’t stay on the ground
But I write to the sound eventually turning around my frown
I write ,therefore I am
I am, therefore I write
I can’t afford to fight, without the word its useless right
I’m cruising on this flight, my ministry is birthing
With every single lyric the Holy Spirit is working
Keeping me from falling in sin, it’s truly working
My brain is the filter ,my heart is the canvas
My whole being creates the art but God planned it
Even before I was a fetus, He Had foresight
He knew I’d be willing to write
He knew I’d be killing the mic
He knew I’d be living like Christ
He knew I’d be living like Christ
[Hook]
Outro
I got my paper got my pen Got my pad
This what I have, what I am , ain't a fad
I'm doing it , i'm doing , i'm doing
Wow
I'm doing , i'm doing , i'm doing
Wow
Living my dreams pursuing them now
I'm doing , i'm doing , i'm doing
Wow
I'm doing it, doing it , doing it , wow
I'm doing , i'm doing , i'm doing
Wow
Living my dreams pursuing them now
I'm doing , i'm doing , i'm doing
Wow
[[Hook:Exmiranda]
I got my paper got my pen Got my pad
This what I have, what I am, it ain't a fad 4X
[verse1:Exmiranda]
Emotions on a sheet
Tears on a paper
Fears instilled from my peers will they ever take her
Serious, I ain't trying to be a freaking faker
Bakers, I’m a pair of jimmy choos
Pouring out my different hues
Whether light or blue
Or the weather bright or full of gloom
Your shorty finna bloom
Shortly she will boom
Of course she in the upper room
Writing down and praying up Spirit filled tunes
Chilling with my God like I live in Cancun
Killing these beats and saving you from your doom
Writing takes of my mask, no costume
We`s a perfect match like an organ transplant
It ain't a fad , writing is my fam and music is my clan
I got my paper got my pen Got my pad
Chorus
I got my paper got my pen Got my pad
This what I have, what I am , ain't a fad
8X
[Verse 2:Exmiranda]
If I can’t write, it’s a form of prison
Like a rainbow trapped inside a glass prism
But light shines through cause my saviors has risen
Poetry’s my life besides man and Christ living
When I write its therapy for my hidden
Situation, a Cathartic vacation to any location
From this worlds aching
Some say my rhymes are elementary and basic
But I bring sight to eyes , I’m performing Lasik
I’m patient and humble, if I ain't God keep me low
If it’s your will help me heap up the dough
But help me maintain a super duper deep flow
When I drive keep my wheels on that narrow road
Through rain mud or a hill of steep snow
My pain was taken , to God my life I owe
If I go in reverse have my jeep towed
[Hook]
[verse3:Exmiranda]
Verse 3
I should be in class but I skipped again
I’m up in the church writing out my script again
I’m equipped my friend, this chick is nocturnal
Killing and beating them tracks like a teenage mutant ninja turtle
When I experience hurdles I don’t stay on the ground
But I write to the sound eventually turning around my frown
I write ,therefore I am
I am, therefore I write
I can’t afford to fight, without the word its useless right
I’m cruising on this flight, my ministry is birthing
With every single lyric the Holy Spirit is working
Keeping me from falling in sin, it’s truly working
My brain is the filter ,my heart is the canvas
My whole being creates the art but God planned it
Even before I was a fetus, He Had foresight
He knew I’d be willing to write
He knew I’d be killing the mic
He knew I’d be living like Christ
He knew I’d be living like Christ
[Hook]
Outro
I got my paper got my pen Got my pad
This what I have, what I am , ain't a fad
I'm doing it , i'm doing , i'm doing
Wow
I'm doing , i'm doing , i'm doing
Wow
Living my dreams pursuing them now
I'm doing , i'm doing , i'm doing
Wow