HIGHTYDE
Yes, Dark Clouds
Rain Storms, Strong Winds, Whssssssh
Thunder, Boom
Invent me, C'mon

HIGHTYDE
Life does get hectic
So, I just accept it
But when my tank is empty
I pray God will come invent me (-vent me, -vent me)
(x2)

HIGHTYDE
Sometimes, I feel like the world is crushing me down
rushing around town, working, I got a girl and
how can I be certain, thinking life isn't worth it
Thinking my life is stinky like Miss Piggy and Kermit
Sure it's a hobby, but mommy
said I could do better than rapping
I'm glad that I am though, how could I not be?
Cause I am Ryan and I am a Christian, extraordinarily
rare-ly seen in public, what if it wasn't loving?
Will God come invent me?)
I guess I'll suffer another day
It's so tough for a brother to make it
hey, it's like I'm waking up
and I'm running the toughest race
as I make my way to the end
I get sucker-punched in the face
by someone that was hating, Satan, he has a problem
He never wants me to win, in a minute
I'll call up God and we'll finish this relay
and He may have mighty jet speed
before he leaves, I'm begging him
Jesus, please come invent me cause

HIGHTYDE
Life does get hectic
So, I just accept it
But when my tank is empty
I pray God will come invent me (-vent me, -vent me)
(x2)

HIGHTYDE
I feel like a total mess, a slob with no job
though God is Most High, for Christ, it's no prob!
it's like you go on and live while you can
life will sit still just like a night stand
yes it's the pits, it sits and just stands
my writing fist is tired, it's time to switch hands and
switch this beat to make it seem like
the day will be nice if you receieve Christ
(Will God come invent me?)
Yup, I'm hoping! if not
then I will go jump in the ocean, and open
my mouth up, allowing water, and swallowing
many aquatic animals and a shell that was hollow in-
-side, hi, I am too witty
I'm leaving my Battle Creek, and I'm moving to Union City
in search of a stardom, you are what-ever you wanna be
I cannot lie, so I have to tell you quite honestly that

HIGHTYDE
Life does get hectic
So, I just accept it
But when my tank is empty
I pray God will come invent me (-vent me, -vent me)
(x2)

HIGHTYDE
Fame is so funny, cause money comes and it goes
taking the bakers dozen, plus honey buns and some rolls
'cause the older you get, the more you, tend to lose focus
if you don't get it yet then pretend you
knew what the joke was
I won't be repeating, a singular thing this evening
and even if you were pleading for me to stay, I'm leaving
so c-ya later gators I'm late enough as it is
and then if I'm missing my plane
while sitting here in the rain
(Will God come invent me?)
I hope he, will never leave me
and keep me so lonely forever
in other, words I am saying that, everynight I am praying
'cause any rumble with Satan is no summer vacation, im-
patiently waiting to re-ceieve angel wings
and then fly away in the night, and return
life is the same old thing over and over
my feet are, getting so colder
but nothing is quite as swell
as the melon between my shoulders and

HIGHTYDE
Life does get hectic
So, I just accept it
But when my tank is empty
I pray God will come invent me (-vent me, -vent me)
(x4)