Grits — Dusk Till Dawn

[Chorus: Britt Nicole] From dusk to dawn, I just can't get enough of your love Winter through fall, you got me falling Morning to evening, whether moonlight or sun shining 3-65, you're my spring From dusk to dawn [Verse 1: Bonafide] (yeah, yeah, yeah) (okay, okay, okay) I done been love, been in love, out and back again Friends with benefits, love that's limited Love that ain't love, it's lust unlimited Very infatuated, overly saturated Love so deep, I was literally captivated Love that overrated, emotions she demonstrated Penetrated hate with love, imitated hate in love And it grew more complicated Sun going down, breeze blowing cold Degrees getting deeper, summer getting old My spring thing soon became an annual queen Cuz I seen things better, esteemed to things better My team is deemed greater, in tune with my creator Cuz love sings a song the world can heal from See the light -- cuz the way that we raise 'em Teach 'em nothing in this life besides Christ can save them I see the storm in the midst, feel the breeze blowing leaves Feel the cold through my jeans, catch-up (catch-up, catch-up) These things that we face sometimes Replace these dreams that we make sometimes (sometimes) [Chorus: Britt Nicole, Iz & Coffee] From dusk to dawn, I just can't get enough of your love Winter through fall, you got me falling Morning to evening, whether moonlight or sun shining 3-65 We all go through so many changes, dealing with a lot of different things [Verse 2: Coffee] A potent concoction was the best option The voice of choice often to better the situation, by any means Y'all are so obvious, too oblivious, far from chivalrous Needin' the Divine's fine nature to deliver us From dusk to dawn [?] to bleed for our sins (sins) And, in turn, bless the sheep that eat from our hands Thoughts of mortal men Seeming like the blockades are super huge, but when you touch 'em, doors are really thin I'm poisoned with a pen Oh Lord, it's a sword I clutch Opposing much Swing battling the demons that's within With too many to name A legion of sorts Pledging allegiance to Ephesians Gone, to the mercy of course It hurts [?] shifts Deviates us from focusing on the God who got us these gifts So that the odyssey sits Instead of blowing the minds of mankind That's where we come in and perfectly fit It's to the earth that we stick The Blueprint was [?] And be around until we dead or rotted [?] Or we worse and we [?] The gravity settles in, and happens to bruise my brakes It's as brutal as sticks And like a circle with licks, we're worn down Fortresses have been torn down That's what's up Pardon, that's what going down Cold rain has it snowing now The Sun sets on the one gettin' the bigger picture Who knowin' how to hold it down