Left Behind and Trippin

Lyrics

[Intro: Spoken over muted scratches] “Yo—mic check. If you ain’t ready, you’re about to get caught slippin’…” [Verse 1: MC Steve] I woke up Monday mornin’, hit the snooze—felt divine ’Til I peeped the sky was purple, and the ground began to grind Locusts swarmin’ lobsters, seas turning to red wine I hollered, “Where’s my coffee?” but the coffee shop’s outta time Checked my calendar—no Rapture left me in the cold line No golden ticket, bruh, I’m on the wrong side of the sign Wanted front-row at the feast, instead I’m stuck in Vine™ Now I’m dodgin’ plagues like Speed Bumps on the Sixth-Day Drive [Pre-Hook: Group] “Ohhhh—no wings, no crown, no lift-off…” [Hook / Chorus: Tight 3-part harmony] Left behind and trippin’, I’m slippin’ through the seams I missed the clouds, lost my crowd, now I’m livin’ in my dreams I’m left behind and beggin’, Lord, what does this mean? I ain’t got no wings, I ain’t got no rings—just dust, and hate-mail streams [Verse 2: MC Toby-Mac Flavor] So I’m sprintin’ down the freeway, gas stations all closed up ATM’s spit no cash ‘cause the world’s been de-posed, bruh I tried to swipe my credit card—bam! Hell’s firewall froze up My GPS said “Game over, pal, hold on to your soul, pup.” Antichrist got merch, 666 on all the T-shirts He’s droppin’ merch, but I ain’t got no purse—my wallet hurts I’m sneak-peekin’ for a pulpit but the pastor’s in a UFO Man, I’d sing “Kumbaya” but my vocal cords got cursed—yo! [Bridge: Call & Response] Leader: “Where’s my ticket?” Crowd (echo): “Where’s his ticket?” Leader: “Is it lost?” Crowd: “Dude’s so tossed!” Leader: “Can he pray?” Crowd: “All day!” [Verse 3: MC Steve & Chorus Ad-lib] I spotted Heaven’s valet—pale horse parked in my driveway Jesus said, “My son, you’re late, but we got an open gateway.” I said, “Hold up—what’s that stain?” He said, “Your sins, they paid By My blood—but listen, bro, you better not start complainin’ today.” He handed me some sandals, said, “Welcome to Eterni-tee,” I looked like Fred Flinstone fit in Nikes—felt so free Now I’m rockin’ golden threads, praising loud—microphone swag But let me tell you, church fam, Tribulation’s one wild tag! [Final Chorus: Full choir, ad-libs, handclaps] We were left behind and trippin’, now we’re saved beyond belief We missed the clouds, lost our doubts—we’re dancing on Messiah’s streets We were left behind and laughin’, ’cause His grace turned tragedy sweet We got the wings, we got the rings—His mercy made us complete! [Outro: Spoken with scratchy vinyl echo] “If you’re still on Earth and trippin’, raise your hands—He’ll lift you in…”