I never thought it would be this easy, never knew it would be this hard

Told my friend I know you want it all, but we can’t act like it’s just ours

The world’s a big ass place, and don’t you ever go forget that

But always betting on someone else, shit tell me what you’re ever gonna get back

Scared money doesn't make money, but that’s just a metaphor

And there ain’t nothing you can take from me, because the world is already yours

We don’t get to choose where we come from, shit all we get to pick is where we’re headed for

Uh, yeah, make believe

Uh, yeah, make believe

Make believe

And I don’t mean it like you should pretend that something is there when it isn’t

I just mean that I done spent my whole life preparing for this and

You don’t gotta understand or think like a therapist is

It isn't my job and I don’t think that you’re just there to convince, but I am

Tell me who will build it if I don’t believe in my plan

Tell me who will dig when getting dirtier than my hands,Building up believers touching Tacoma to Thailand

Word to who that word is to and everyone besides them