Yeah, take me to that old time, take me to that old time, take me to that old time church
Yeah, what's up Swoope
Yeah, I've been growing up with choirs
The Souls of Black Folk, I've been growing up inspires
I thought we had the answers, we was singing the negro national anthem, the chorus and The Vampyre
Yeah, sometimes three to four hours went like minutes
With that feeling in the crowd and everybody known by their first name
And you gon' stay loyal by your church name
Keep up with the suit game like we step it out
Boy you better preach that, girl you better shout
We read it from the King James with a different language
Brand new member but you never met a stranger
Find me with the drum set, knock into the pocket
Mama hit them high notes, we up like a rocket
The Devil can't stay round here, and troubles don't last always round here
And I can't let it go (and you can take me to the old time church)
No I can't let it go (and you can take me to the old time church)
I can't let it go (and you can take me to the old time church)
I can't let it go (and you can take me to the old time church
Yeah, but trouble find a way
There's a midnight hour for every brighter day
So let me light the way
Cos I'ma show you tears
I hope that when you see him then I can show you mirrors
We was kids and we can see the cracks, but when you lost 50 pounds wrestling with crack
I saw you taking money from the widow to furnish up your windows
Sleeping with the widow then you stepping on a primrose
I ain't had no offer until you told me God wanted more
So I've been sleeping on the floor
And as I advance so that older woman's compliments dropping hints like, "Come and get your honor kiss"
I saw your deacon spitting game to my moms
Then you taught my dad to stay faithful to God
Been growing up with choirs, gay men leading songs
Treated like family until they started talking
Saw this too often and now it's feeling awkward
Cos it's still a part of me, the beauty and the cautious
Ain't no on and off switch, I wouldn't change those times Something deep inside me come alive
And I can't let it go (and you can take me to the old time church)
I can't let it go (and you can take me to the old time church)
Can't let it go (and you can take me to the old time church)
No I can't let it go (and you can take me to the old time church)
Swoope there it is
So how I got over and how I got over this
How can I open this chapter and close it
Bless 'cos it's been tried and true
People complex on surreal, they talk about Christ pay debts on some real
That old-time religion put some watchmen on the wall
The mothers of the church know he hear 'em when they call
Speaking on some trauma to triumph to tryna iron out complexity
While still preserving honor
It's homage, the black struggle is tradition
The black church showed me how to live it
And I can't let it go, I gotta hold on
The wall of the pain will see me gotta go on
The climbing the rough side of we gon' home and we gon' make it there
Cos we not alone, no we not alone no, no we not alone
And we gon' make it cos we not alone, we can't let it go