Song Lyrics

I drive not on my own understanding getting
Getting gassed up for advancing
I deflate myself for expanding
Vehicles, we won, be we ride, full on empty

A lot of times I feel not y'all, the mood to write a song
'Cause everything I've kicked around in my head
It feels wrong
I grab a chair, a quiet spot a pen
And empty beat and play it in dire straights
To inscribe this loose leaf

I flip back in my notes to parts I've wrote but never finished
And sew those together in desperate need
For compositions and for known reasons

They never feel too tasty
My word usage is all off and my rhyme pattern is all janky
What ever merry idea started with then I'll divorce it
Then a light bulb pops on, is it God or Verbs trying to force it?

I wanna tune into a song and know it's God without a doubt
And keep my tank full on Christ when my self is emptied out
My job is not to think a million just to figure out a verse
Even in the Bible Belt you hear pants when souls thirst

If we're more commercial than a break in a UPN sitcom
I'd still be held accountable for every line that you hear my voice on
For a car to run at all it must stay gassed up
For me to write at all I need to take the daily task up

Of doing what I need while staying robed
In what I read ain't no harvest to collect
If no farmers will throw no seed although my soul may still say yes
It's a daily thing to wake and knock the mess out the flesh

I drive not on my own understanding, getting
Getting gassed up for advancing
I deflate myself for expanding
Vehicles, we won, be we ride, full on empty

I plans to ride shot gun with my Lord in one accord
There's transportation in his name like Chevy Chase or Harry Ford
'Cause I'd be plain out of luck baking just on what I know
By mind can draw some blanks like karate champs of TaeBo

I exercise his ways I'm fonda' how things work out
His foolishness has been wiser than our strongest of routes
So I surrender all and use the cross as leverage
Trying to scratch the surface of service being poured out beverage

To change my will it cost my life, period, end of story
Do great things in His name so only He receives the glory
To a pessimist an empty glass is just good
For no use an optimist will leave it there
Prepared for full on juice

Obedience keeps you from tickets in zones of speed traps
So His word close and snug tight like wave caps
His sovereignty is like a baby during terms that you're pregnant
'Cause you learn to wait on Him, then you feel it and expect it

Michael Lenear Boyer Ii, Otto Montgomery Price Jr., Ric Robbins

The duration of Phull on Empty is 4:18 minutes and seconds.