"God's Plan" | Full Track
Aggressive industrial big beat fusion, chaotic heavy brostep, high-octane cyberpunk rave energy, gritty distorted breakbeats colliding with massive mechanical bass growls, extreme glitch chops, screeching analog synthesizers, thunderous sub-bass drops, explosive rhythmic breakdowns, punk-infused electronic attitude, relentless high-bpm drum loops, complex LFO bass wobbles, robotic sound design, melodic synth interludes shattered by visceral bass cannon blasts, heavy distortion, underground warehouse techno-punk vibes, chaotic stutter edits, metallic snare hits, syncopated rhythms, tearing neurobass sweeps, frantic energy, dark apocalyptic atmosphere, monstrous FM synthesis growls, earth-shaking low frequency oscillation, abrasive sawtooth waves, visceral sonic assault, digital chaos, drops.
"God's Plan" | Full Track
Aggressive industrial big beat fusion, chaotic heavy brostep, high-octane cyberpunk rave energy, gritty distorted breakbeats colliding with massive mechanical bass growls, extreme glitch chops, screeching analog synthesizers, thunderous sub-bass drops, explosive rhythmic breakdowns, punk-infused electronic attitude, relentless high-bpm drum loops, complex LFO bass wobbles, robotic sound design, melodic synth interludes shattered by visceral bass cannon blasts, heavy distortion, underground warehouse techno-punk vibes, chaotic stutter edits, metallic snare hits, syncopated rhythms, tearing neurobass sweeps, frantic energy, dark apocalyptic atmosphere, monstrous FM synthesis growls, earth-shaking low frequency oscillation, abrasive sawtooth waves, visceral sonic assault, digital chaos, drops.
Lyrics
(Sound of a microphone squealing and a heavy sigh. A sloppy C-chord is played on a cheap Casio)
Lord, You said You ordered my steps, but my left foot is completely asleep
And there’s a half-empty bottle of Hennessy resting on my middle C
Four empty jars of gin layin' right here on the carpet floor
If this is the valley of the shadow, I can't drink anymore
Wait, the cap is still on the Bacardi... hold on.
(Sound of twisting plastic and a heavy gulp)
Okay, I'm ready to praise Him.
[Pre-Chorus]
My rent is late, my girl took the Roku and the dog
I’m sitting at this keyboard sweatin' like a Sunday barbecue hog
My credit score is 412, my hairline's in retreat
But I'mma hit this sustain pedal and drag myself to my feet!
Sing it with me!
[Chorus]
Oh, I'm walking in God's plan for my life
He ordered my steps and He's making it right
Through every valley I know I'll survive
'Cause His hand is on me
This is God's plan for my life
(Let's take 'em to church... but call me an Uber 'cause I can't drive!)
[Verse 2]
(Plays a jazz chord, fingers slip and hit a sour note)
Ooh, Jesus fix my fingers.
You said no weapon formed against me shall ever prosper, Lord it's true
Except for this 99-cent tequila, it's currently tearing my liver in two
I tried to walk the straight and narrow path, I really did my best
But I tripped over a bottle of Malibu and failed the breathalyzer test
The landlord's knocking on the door, asking for his cash
I told him the Lord will provide, then I hid behind the trash.
[Pre-Chorus]
My car got towed last Tuesday, my microwave just broke
I'm wearing sunglasses inside 'cause the light is not a joke
My stomach doing backflips, I might just need to cry
But hit that choir track, let my spirit fly!
[Chorus]
I'm walking in God's plan for my life
(Yeah, even though I'm crawling right now!)
Up by His grace and I'm shining His light
No weapon formed can take away my right
'Cause He covers me daily
This is God's plan for my life
(Yeah)
[Bridge]
(Spoken word, slurring heavily over a soft, dramatic organ pad)
Can I get a witness? I said, can I get a witness?
Actually, don't get a witness, the police are looking for me regarding a parking ticket.
But God is good! He turned water into wine!
And I turned my paycheck into a twelve-pack and a headache by 9 AM!
I'm just a vessel, Lord! A vessel that currently smells like stale malt liquor and bad decisions!
But You love me anyway!
Somebody hand me that ginger ale, the room is spinning.
We gon' modulate! Take it up a key!
[Outro]
(Key change, but he misses the first three chords completely)
I'm walking! (Stumbling!)
In God's plan! (I lost the map!)
He covers me! (With a weighted blanket 'cause I got the chills!)
Yeah, this is God's plan...
(Sound of a loud crash as the keyboard stand collapses)
Amen. Just leave it there. I'm going to sleep on the floor. God bless y'all.