This body has endured pain, this body it gets weary, This body gets tired, this body struggles with doubt. After pouring out all day, after giving all day, It is my time to get poured back into, so I pray: I asked Him every single night to wash me, cleanse me, Restore unto me the joy of my salvation. ’Cause when the days are long and the years are quick Then we leak from God every single day in this nation. With all these girls up in this church, They all look like some milk and honey, All these Black girls in this church, Can be my chocolate on my Sundays, With all these mix girls in this church, Hmm nu-na-na na na na—aaaaaah… I said, “Lord, if You don’t fill me Then I will pour from an empty well, ’Cause the most dangerous leader is an empty one”— Can I get saved from myself? Milk and honey the way I’m squeezing them titties, I’m the interstate going city to city, You gon’ need a cat nap when I’m done with the kitty, So go and lube it up, baby, I’ll be in in a jiffy. Now who’s the best of the best, well, the best or what next? Put ’em to the test and I’m the best of the best. There’s no need to contest so keep your feelings suppressed, I’m so cold I pick your girl up in the Polar Express. And I asked God, “Show me what You see Of Yourself in me, So that I don’t see me, I see You”— While this choir sings: With all these girls up in this church, They all look like some milk and honey, All these Black girls in this church, Can be my chocolate on my Sundays, With all these mix girls in this church, Hmm nu-na-na na na na—aaaaaah… Deep fried and freaky like calamari, Hallucinating, why you calling me papi? The way I’m spittin’ on this beat Got you thinking I’m Dalai, It takes a single make-up wipe To turn that woman to Dobby. My shit crane hang, smooth operator, I’m going gang-gang, poppin’ corn with a straightener, My shit panang, curry shot for the beater, I’m going lang-lang, play her keys with my fingers. After pouring out all day, after giving all day, It is my time to get poured back into— If He does not fill me, if He does not fill me, What do I turn into? Sister Johnson, come on, and Sister Carson, come on, Did you know in the Bible that it once said That a man who findeth a wife Found himself a good thing? So come up here, all you ladies, So I can baptize you all And we gonna have some fun unto the early morn… But this body has endured pain, this body it gets weary, This body gets tired, this body struggles with doubt, So I kneel down in this church full of milk and honey And I cry out: “With all these girls up in this church, Wash me, cleanse me, don’t let me fall funny. All these Black girls in this church— Lord, let me lead with more than money. All these mix girls in this church, Don’t let me pour from an empty well—aaaaaah…” With all these white girls up in my church, They can be the milk I like to shake, With all these girls up in my church, I think I’m finally in heaven— And I asked Him every single night, “Restore unto me the joy of my salvation, So when I’m standing in this church, They don’t see me, They see You in this congregation.”
