Pastor B - Funky Bump

Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump)
Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around)
Pound for pound wears the crown and he's underground
Masters the best and praying for the family (word)
Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump)
Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around)
Pound for pound wears the crown and he's underground
Masters the best and he's praying for the family

Living for Bars looking for cause
He set me apart from living afar your looking to hard
Trying to disregard the one who has watch guard
Posted up on the back yard playing the right cards
What are your reasons for never believing
You wobble and weaving your reasons deceiving
While you were leaving the enemy thieving
There comes a season my grieving is ending
No more pretending, Im not condescending
What were you expecting, to never offend them
I'm unbending you know where he'll send them
Hell is the place where you are recommending (ahhhhhhh)
A place never ending and full of attendance
Better start repenting from this spiritual death wish
Who the hell do you think that we mess with
Cult leaders, false gods or the one with the message (yeap)

Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump)
Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around)
Pound for pound wears the crown and he's underground
Masters the best and praying for the family (word)
Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump)
Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around)
Pound for pound wears the crown and he's underground
Masters the best and he's praying for the family

God of the Gods and the Lord of the Lords
Got to get his word and his word ever more
He carries the sword and his wrath in store
On my knees as Im praying for the more (yes)

Spirit in the lyrics, did you hear who was on (who)
It's another song from the man who was reborn
He comes from the light and from a life of disaster
Carries the crown but you know he gets gets passed up
Every time i fall, he was here to pick me back up
Not really sure why he made me the pastor while
Bumping the funk in the truck full in laughter
Can you hear my praise it the praise for the master

Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump)
Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around)
Pound for pound wears the crown and he's underground
Masters the best and praying for the family (word)
Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump)
Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around)
Pound for pound wears the crown and he's underground
Masters the best and he's praying for the family
Use to be a man who took never asking
I was the masked man blasting and laughing
I put in work a man never slacking
Smashing whoever was asking
But then I was graft in came out of the casket
Some come out threw the prayer and fasting
Filled with the spirit, never taxing the masses
Matching my passion he gave what i asked him
Attacking the flesh with trembles and trashing (eeeew)
Never relaxing on the spirits I'm casting (go)
Stacking the gifts, a rapper unmasking
No need for acting, my life everlasting

Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump)
Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around)
Pound for pound wears the crown and he's underground
Masters the best and praying for the family (word)
Pastor b is the bump with the funky sound (bump)
Town to town never frown when he comes around (when he come around)
Pound for pound wears the crown and he's underground
Masters the best and praying for the family

Written by:
Bryan McFadden

Publisher:
Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid

Lyrics powered by Lyric Find