[Intro] Heard they askin’ in the back row “What if Jesus had a wardrobe?” (huh?) Lemme paint this picture Real quick, though [Verse 1] If Jesus wore jeans on the block with his crew Parables in pockets, yeah, he’d still come through Twelve friends deep, sandals in the trash can Fish on the snapback, sag in the waistband Walkin’ on water in some size-ten denim Roman cops lookin’ like, “Bro, go get ’em” Turnin’ up the vibes at the cookout stand Flip one loaf, now it’s carbs for the whole damn land [Chorus] If Jesus wore pants, he would’ve sagged ’em low Still blessing everybody on the front row Holier than holy but he’d keep it chill Waistband hangin’, still doin’ God’s will If Jesus wore pants, he would’ve sagged ’em low Laughin’ with the outcasts, puttin’ on a show Grace in his smile, jokes on deck Cross on his chain, pants on his neck (almost) [Verse 2] Picture Sunday service with the youth in the pews Jesus in a hoodie like, “How y’all do?” “Love your neighbor, even when they act rude” Then he trips on the cuff like, “Man, these dudes” Mary say, “Baby, pull your pants up, please” He say, “Ma, they like this, gotta meet ’em where they be” Healing on the corner, hem draggin’ in the dust Still turning haters into friends and trust [Chorus] If Jesus wore pants, he would’ve sagged ’em low Still blessing everybody on the front row Holier than holy but he’d keep it chill Waistband hangin’, still doin’ God’s will If Jesus wore pants, he would’ve sagged ’em low Laughin’ with the outcasts, puttin’ on a show Grace in his smile, jokes on deck Cross on his chain, pants on his neck (almost) [Bridge] Turn water into wine at the tailgate party (cheers) Told the DJ, “Run it back, that’s hearty” Pharisees mad like, “Dress code, please!” He said, “I’m here for hearts, not your belt degrees” (hey!) So if you see a dude with a kind of glow Jeans a little low and a love that grows You might’ve just passed the messiah in the flesh With a sagged-out fit and a heart so fresh [Chorus] If Jesus wore pants, he would’ve sagged ’em low Still blessing everybody on the front row Holier than holy but he’d keep it chill Waistband hangin’, still doin’ God’s will If Jesus wore pants, he would’ve sagged ’em low Laughin’ with the outcasts, puttin’ on a show Grace in his smile, jokes on deck Cross on his chain, pants on his neck (almost)
