Grace - Jacob Banks

Ain’t no going too far, ain’t no getting too close

Ain’t no rule I won’t break to bring my lover back home

You better bring the police, you better call your pastor

You better come with your guard, you better bring your armada

Cause I don’t wanna fall far from grace, far from grace

I’m the cool of the storm, I’m the calm of the thunder

You better ring the alarm, you better run for cover

Have my yellow brick road, I have one in the chamber

When it’s all said and done, I’ll be back for more

Don’t wanna fall far from grace, far from grace

See, I don’t wanna fall far from grace, far from grace

I want you to love me like you mean it

It’s taken everything I have to be

I want you to love me like you mean it

It’s taken everything I have to be

I don’t wanna fall far from

I don’t wanna fall, don’t wanna fall

Fall apart, fall apart