Texty

Don't let it be a sad sad song Don't let it be a sad sad song Baby tell me somthin' I don't wanna hear Come say you need me turn around and disspear Come take me deeper break my heart and kick my soul Come say you love me turn around and let me go Like a knife, do it right, cut me deep, cup me slow All my life, you will try, but youll never know Am I a masechist to let them in each time? What don't kill you makes you stronger I know i'll be fine Better than the last one oh More motivated Hit me with your best shot Trust I can take it... I can take it, yes I can Yup, I'm stayin focused like a camera lense I beat the game up Somebody call and ambulance I eat the fame up Breakfast lunch and dinner bitch Hungry like an orphanage Dummy I dont give a shit Run it yup I'm killin it And it's the masacre Sittin on a shot gun but im no passenger Black Acura Girl rockin lavevder Hermes er'day Dog check your calendar It's like every day christmas On my saint nicks shit Scratchin off my wish list Fresh kicks Raks on racks of riches My buisness Bout it like atitle fight Can I get a witness? Raise your gloves up and throw your dukes out And keep your gaurd up or life will knock your tooth out 'Cuz its a cold world homie but I'm due south I hear em callin for me howling with the moons out And when they told me that I'd never be All that i dreamed of baby I still believed Nothing can break me Or overtake me I'm a dreamer And baby dreams will come true When you believe And you'll see Because it's happening to me . Its happening to me. Trust that I can take it Hands and knees are shaking Dreams are meant for chasing Nothings gonna break me Trials and tribulatuons Testing testing See it as a blessing Blessing blessing Harder Push me harder I grow stronger Hear them calling And you can watch me But you can't stop me Nah cuz I aint slowing down for nothin' The powers inside so I'm blowing up combustion My pens flowing the inks bleedin' the paper soaks it And I read it recite it and ya'll feel it Cuz I bin practicing writing for 12 seasons Jesus I'm workin t'wards the dreams that I believe in I'm sorry mama im a gonna Straight leaving Shooting for the stars and theyre callin I can hear it
Writer(s): Amanda Silvera, Hidetake Takayama, Matt Brevner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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