Run Like It’s About To Blow

[Intro]
Yeah
Uh
Hands up
Eyes down
[Verse 1]
Phone face down, screen still glowing
Late night thoughts, yeah, I feel ’em rolling
Heart start racing, flesh start trolling
Spirit in my chest like, “Boy, keep going” (keep going)
I’ve fallen before, I remember that fall
Shame in my throat, couldn’t even make a call
Now I see the trap when it’s dressed up sweet
So I sprint ’til my lungs burn heat
[Chorus]
I run from lust like it’s about to blow
Like a bomb in my hand, I just let it go
I don’t play with the fuse, I don’t walk in slow
If my flesh say, “Stay”, then I gotta say, “No” (hey!)
I run from lust like it’s about to blow
If I don’t move now, I already know
So I turn and I dash, where Your rivers flow
I run, I run, I run like it’s about to blow
[Verse 2]
Mind say, “Click”, but my soul say, “Stop”
One wrong tap and the whole thing pop
Devil in the DMs, trying to be my friend
God in the text, saying, “This can’t blend”
Grip that Word when my grip feel weak
Talk to the Lord ’fore I even hit “peek”
Yeah, it’s hard, but grace hit harder
Heaven in my view, I ain’t losing that for water
[Chorus]
I run from lust like it’s about to blow
Like a bomb in my hand, I just let it go
I don’t play with the fuse, I don’t walk in slow
If my flesh say, “Stay”, then I gotta say, “No” (no, no)
I run from lust like it’s about to blow
If I don’t move now, I already know
So I turn and I dash, where Your rivers flow
I run, I run, I run like it’s about to blow
[Bridge]
Yeah, I’m tired of pretending I’m strong on my own
When I’m weak, that’s when Your power get shown
So I flee, I don’t flirt, I don’t feed that fire
Kill that click, starve that desire (ayy)
If I gotta lose face just to save my soul
You can take my pride, I just want You close
In the heat of the fight, when my guard get low
Holy Spirit in my ear like, “Boy, let’s go” (let’s go!)
[Chorus]
I run from lust like it’s about to blow
Like a bomb in my hand, I just let it go
I don’t play with the fuse, I don’t walk in slow
If my flesh say, “Stay”, then I gotta say, “No”
I run from lust like it’s about to blow
If I don’t move now, I already know
So I cling to the cross, let the old man go
I run, I run, I run like it’s about to blow

rap, Dark Christian trap banger with male vocals over thumping, side‑chained bass and sharp, syncopated drums; verses packed and percussive with distant choir stabs, chorus opens with big 808 drops, airy pads, and stacked call‑and‑response ad‑libs, energy rising into a gritty, half‑time bridge then snapping back hard for the final hook, beats