Believe feat. Amanda Silvera & Matt Brevner - Hidetake Takayama

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

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