Steven Malcolm - Not To Us - Good Love Lyrics
Lyrics
Not to us, not to us, Lord
But to Your name, we give glory, glory Lord
Not to us, not to us Lord
But to Your name, we give glory, glory Lord
For the sake of Your love
Let Your light shine down on us
For the sake of Your love and Your faithfulness
Oh I was lost, but now I'm found
You pick me up when I fall down
You switched it up and shook the ground
You show me mercy
Yeah you got that good love
Wait a minute
What you thought I didn't know
Blessings coming by the second
Faithful and available
I just want to praise a little
You deserve it all of me
Put Your word on all my soul
Giving You glory
All I know like hold up, hold up
Thinkin' about them days
I remember working bout it
20 hour week, picking up shoes
Hated it boy you know I paid my dues
Hated it boy you know I paid my due, yeah
Got to steward it well
From serving locally to serving globally
From a broke hood to me break dancing in Jerusalem
Oh I was lost, but now I'm found
You pick me up when I fall down
You switched it up and shook the ground
You show me mercy
Yeah You said I'm worthy
All I can do is thank You
'Cause You got that good love
Got me and my momma out the hood yo
No weapon formed against me
In my neighborhood
'Cause You got that good love
Yeah, You got that good love
Homeless broke with not a cent
Pocket full of dreams and lint
Watching all who profit
All lose sight of why they got it, yeah
I remember winter days we had no heat
Sleeping in my jacket
At my momma crib on Lafayette street
Now I got signed the love from the bottom
No, I'm not boasting, I just want to flaw em'
Bought me a crib with a lake and a gate
No I'm just kidding but the future the great
Came a long way from that studio
The struggle still real but I'm gucci though
To a two bedroom, me and Mark cooling
Taking life in one night at a time
Oh I was lost, but now I'm found
You pick me up when I fall down
You switched it up and shook the ground
You show me mercy
Yeah You said I'm worthy
All I can do is thank You
'Cause You got that good love
Got me and my momma out the hood yo
No one weapon formed against me
In my neighborhood
'Cause You got that good love
Yeah, You got that good love
Not to us, yeah, You got that good love
Not to us, no, not to us
Yeah, You got that good, love, Not to us, Lord
Not to us, Lord, not to us, not to us
Not to us, Lord, not to us
Yeah, You got that good love
Not to us, Lord
Oh I was lost, but now I'm found
You pick me up when I fall down
You switched it up and showed the ground
You show me mercy
You got that good love
All I can do is thank You
'Cause You got that good love
Got me and my momma out the hood yo
No weapon formed against me
In my neighborhood
'Cause You got that good love
Yeah, You got that good love
Video
Steven Malcolm - "Not To Us/Good Love" (Official Music Video)
Meaning & Inspiration
There is a specific danger in high-energy music—the danger that the music does the work, and the lyrics just hang on for the ride. When Steven Malcolm drops a track like "Not To Us/Good Love," the energy is kinetic. You can feel the beat in your chest before the first line hits. But as someone who stares at lead sheets and looks for the "landing" where a congregation actually stands before God, I find myself circling back to that opening refrain: "Not to us, not to us, Lord / But to Your name, we give glory, glory Lord."
It is a direct lift from Psalm 115:1. It’s a stripping away of ego. The genius here, if we want to call it that, is the way Malcolm pivots from that ancient, lofty cry of surrender directly into the gritty, dirt-under-the-fingernails reality of his own story—sleeping in a jacket on Lafayette Street because the heat was out, or working twenty-hour weeks.
We often make the mistake of thinking our personal struggle needs to be polished before we bring it into worship. We want to tidy up our "Lafayette Street" moments before we approach the throne. But Malcolm doesn’t. He leaves the lint in his pockets and the struggle in the lyrics. He’s essentially saying, "I am here, broken and redeemed, and the 'good love' that brought me out of the hood is the same 'good love' that deserves the glory."
The singability here isn't found in a complex melody that requires a degree to hit. It’s found in the testimony. When we sing, "You pick me up when I fall down," we aren't just reciting a Sunday school verse; we are forcing the congregation to reckon with their own "down" moments. If the worship leader allows this track to remain just a cool song with a fresh beat, we fail. The "landing" has to be the weight of that mercy. We have to be able to stop the music, look across the room, and realize that the person to our left and the person to our right have both been picked up from a place the world said they’d never escape.
There is a tension here, though. Can we keep our focus on His name when we are also shouting about our own blessings? It’s a tightrope walk. If we get too loud about our success, the "Not to us" gets drowned out. But if we are honest—truly, dangerously honest about our poverty, both material and spiritual—then the glory actually lands where it belongs. It stops being a song about a guy who made it and becomes a song about a God who refuses to let us stay lost.
That is the only way this works. We have to be willing to bring the mess, the cold nights, and the "good love" into the same space, or we’re just making noise.