| If you’re dealing war, backwards stay far
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| We’re dealing with truths and rights
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| Come some more into my sight
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| (You no hear me yet?)
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| (Hear me live and direct)
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| (Walk with your tap)
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| Uh, yeah, yeah
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| Be still
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| Honest moments, some days I’m too afraid to create
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| 'Cause I’m fearful all my greatest ideas have gone to waste
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| I know that if I would they would probably be good
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| But who got time for being good when you wanna be great
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| But super critical, plus my heart growin' super cynical
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| People hang around actin' like they super into you
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| Meanwhile, it’s all a scheme to see what they can get from you
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| Prayers in this cab ride, that became a ritual, uh
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| I told God I wanna live for You, but
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| It’s hard to live righteous when it costs residual cuts
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| And plus, for my faith, I face ridicule, but
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| In light of the glory the comments all minuscule, uh
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| My wife feeling competition with my career
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| I’m feeling competition with every rapper I hear
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| The day I stop doing this probably my biggest fear
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| And she the only one to be there when nobody cared
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| So my priorities change, who even keeping score in this game
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| The price of fame quite the chore to maintain
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| Record exec’s always wanna pour you champagne
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| It all stop when the record sale reports ain’t the same
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| Who really love ya? |
| Who really love ya? |
| Who really love ya?
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| Let me ask again, who really love ya enough to hug ya?
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| To tell you when you actin' like a sucka, who really love ya?
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| That’s not rhetorical, give a call to whoever it is
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| Say thank you for everything that they did
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| Life is fragile, we here for a blink, and then it ends
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| The definition of family the same for the friends
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| Loyalty thicker than any blood that’s under your skin, uh
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| Honest moments
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| How often do we have 'em?
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| Tell me
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| We goi’g public with our highlights, yeah
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| Private with our sin, throwing up
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| Pictures at the party
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| Not the one throwing up at the end, oh Lord
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| Honest moments, how often do we have 'em?
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| Even with our closest hard questions, hope that they never ask 'em
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| Ironically, they feel the same, we both actin'
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| I’m feelin' like a joke, that’s why I try to keep 'em laughin'
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| Crisis happen in my faith, I felt trapped and
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| Didn’t know if God was just something I imagined
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| Same time, people got questions, they askin'
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| Me about Jesus, but I ain’t got the answer, uh
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| It’s kinda crazy when you’re known for your faith
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| You supposed to give it but you never get grace
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| So show up on stage and you put on that face
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| I’m just tryna hold on, hope I finish my race, uh
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| I just wanna hear Him say «Well done»
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| How I feel right now? |
| Well, done
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| Ain’t nobody askin' me how I’m doin'
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| They just like, «Ayo, where the next album?»
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| «Here it is», honest to God, that’s all I can be
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| They want the old Andy, girl, don’t tempt me
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| And as of late, I’m lookin' into therapy
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| Forget scarin' all these rappers, man I’m scared of me
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| 'Cause mental health issues in my family tree
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| My grandmother died of Alzheimer’s
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| Last time I see her, yo, she ain’t even remember me
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| I gotta wonder if the same end is meant for me, uh
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| Went through depression in December 2016
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| The worst year I could remember
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| I was sittin' down at breakfast with my wife, started weepin'
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| Tears fallin' down my face, I ain’t even know the reason
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| Started readin', learned it’s my body’s way of releasin'
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| Stress that I been carryin' over the seasons, uh
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| In my darkest time, friends are what I needed
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| But I hadn’t sown there so wasn’t much for me to really reap and
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| Losin' faith in things that I once believed in
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| Even myself, I think Satan sent his illest demons
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| Must be doin' somethin' right to get this opposition
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| Meanin' I should go the hardest when I feel like quittin'
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| God, kill me if I ever start mixin'
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| Personal ambition and call it a righteous mission
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| 'Cause from a distance, most people couldn’t tell the difference
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| That’s the thing that make me ashamed to say I’m Christian
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| God, they lyin' on your name on the television, uh
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| They Benny Hinn gettin' Benjamin’s, uh
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| And yeah I get it, why most hate religion
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| 'Cause division and oppression is what been depicted
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| Two choices young man, make a decision
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| Throw your hands up and say «Forget it»
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| Or be the difference
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| Four minutes of sharin' how I felt
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| Honest with y’all 'cause now I’m bein' honest with myself
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| Honest moments
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| How often do we have 'em? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Honest 2 God Tyshane-DSTL 1.0.mp3 , by - Andy Mineo. Song from the album Work in Progress, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп