Vibes Vibes Vibes - Social Club Misfits, Aha Gazelle, Chris Durso

Yeah, I look Sicilian and talk like Italians

You know the boot that is kickin' the island

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Flying commercial, I need it be private

Yeah, yeah, yeah

See my whole team, and you know where to find us

Yeah you know where to find me

I’m drowning in grace

When I look at my past and how it don’t match up

My sin’s been erased

Now they say that we great

I just say that you late

Independent so long when the labels would call we all thought it was fake

And I feel out of place

Like I’m from outer space

If they try to ride a wave

Just tell them you late

God got me out here shinin'

Real bright man I feel like TV Johnny

You make my darkest days brighter

You turn my noose into diamonds

We come alive in the late night

Matter fact we Michael Jordan with the hang time

We get fly and go drive at the same time

Then we hop up out the car

Man I wish somebody would like Jafar mess around and get their wings chopped

20 deep out in front of the Wing Stop

Flyer than an Easter Sunday reverend

And all of us are on our way to heaven, yeah

I woke up feeling like a new man

Ironically I’m a year older, dig it

To book us it’s not really too much

Uncomfortable, my soul, dig it

Yeah, yeah go figure

I’ve been somebody with no figures

Hustle hard, go to prison

Then bounce back, I got court vision

Need more?

Listen

I’ve toured a distance

Five year plan in full effect

But my ten year plan bring more provision

I think rappers need a litmus test

This game a mess the more I listen

Young rappers with no stories

Trying to be where this grace brought me

Internet got 'em brainwashed

Not to mention, they ain’t got nothing for me

I’m a coach to the Yankees, I’m equivalent to a Joe Torre

God got me out here shinin'

Real bright man I feel like TV Johnny

You make my darkest days brighter

You turn my noose into diamonds

We come alive in the late night

Matter fact we Michael Jordan with the hang time

We get fly and go drive at the same time

Then we hop up out the car

Man I wish somebody would let your boy mess around and get their wings chopped

20 deep riding through at a Wing Stop

Flyer than an Easter Sunday reverend

And all of us are on our way to heaven, yeah

Nobody wants to wait anymore.

I don’t want it a second too early,

or a second too late.

God’s timing is perfect.

Misfits move like soldiers.

We operate to the beat of God’s drum.

We step when He says so, and stop when

He stops.

Misfits wait because we know that if that’s where He wants us,

then that’s where it’s best for us.

We are the Messiah’s soldiers