Believe

Well, you never quite forget the first tape you buy

Mine was Naughty by Nature back when O.P.P. was hot

Who'd have thought that I could ever turn out this way?

I'm blaming Ad-rock, Mike D, and MCA

Yeah, it was Beasties on my mind pretty much all the time

'Till I started smoking pot and figured out about Sublime

Oh my God, I never wanted something so badly

I wanna learn to play guitar and sing just like Bradley

And the B lines that Eric dropped reminded me of Hip-hop

I'm singing, lovin' is what I got, I got, I got

'Cause when the lovin' was gone

I learned to play the blues through Stevie Ray Vaughn

I needed music for all the ways it helped me feel

And now I'm loving my guitar the way that BB loved Lucile

Can you feel it? (Yeah)

I'm like, six damn strings never sounded so appealing

Can you feel it? (Yeah)

I'm like, once you grab the mic, you better sing

Like you believe

Like you believe

Like you believe

Like you believe

Well, while Marley was the tune, Little J was in the womb

My mom would put the headphones on her belly, feel me move

And every Jimi Hendrix riff, I'd give her a little kick

Just to let her know to turn it up a little bit

And please, when I grow up, can I sound like Police?

That's what I was thinking while I'm praying on my knees

But now that I'm grown, I've found a sound of my own

I'm in the studio now and I feel like I'm home

So, can you feel it? (Yeah)

I'm like, six damn strings never sounded so appealing

Can you feel it? (Yeah)

I'm like, once you grab the mic, you better sing

Like you believe

Like you believe

Like you believe

Like you believe

Like you believe

Well, now my music's been shelved

Because these people don't believe in me

But I'ma fill this shelf up, before they hear the end of me

I'll be writing songs till the end of all eternity

I never went to college, man, my band was my fraternity

Never stick my nose in the shit that ain't concerning me

But I'll be the first to swing, man, if you're burning me

Every day you wait's just another day wasted

I'm so damn close, man, I can taste it

Well, can you feel it? (Yeah)

I'm like, six damn strings never sounded so appealing

Can you feel it? (Yeah)

I'm like, once you grab the mic, you better sing

Like you believe

Like you believe

Like you believe

Like you believe

Like you believe

Like you believe in you, like you

Like you believe in you, like you

Like you believe in you, like you

Like you believe in you, like you

Like you believe in you, like you