Lyrics THIS RACE - Gallo

THIS RACE

I’m always making something out of from nothing
I’m always making something out of from nothing
I’m always making something out of from nothing
I’m always making something out of from nothing
I’m always—
Yeah (Woo!)
'Cause I’m always (Always)
Workin' on something new (New)
Tryna get my craft right (My craft)
Tryna speak my truth (Truth)
So I write down everything (Uh-huh)
Dumb shit, even them petty things (Yeah)
Light shit, your shit, heavy things
'Cause I could turn that to anything
And I was raised to
Show with the good God gave you (Show it)
Never know where it might take you
I’m, I’ll say it, it’ll break you
Could amaze you too
Never know (Know)
I show this world, I showed this world I could glow (Glow)
I still manifest sold-out shows
Living in abundance, let shit grow
That’s why I’m so patient
What everyone ask when I make it (Why?)
But they don’t really see that I made it
Just by making these songs to begin with
That’s what I’m chasing (Uh)
See, you must understand
This race has it’s own plans
Sometimes it leads you through the mud, but you must take its hand
Have faith you’ll make it through
We learn from things we lose
I take what I don’t have and make it into something new (Yuh)
I’m always making something out of from nothing (Woo ooh)
You know, day in, day out, we always workin' on something (Oh ooh)
I’m always making something out of from nothing (Best thing you can do in life
is work towards something bigger than yourself)
I’m always making something out of from nothing (I don’t pay attention to the
numbers)
I’m always making something out of from nothing (You know, what people say
about it, if they fuck with it, if they don’t fuck with it)
That shit don’t phase me, I’m doing this shit for me, always)
I’m always—
I’m always sticking to the script, no new lines
Everything will come in due time (Uh-huh)
Heavy rain clear for the blue skies
I’m not trippin' on shit, my shoes tied
'Cause soon I
Will be given everything I dreamt of (Dreamin')
Early in the day, I get up
I gotta get mines before I get crushed (Be first)
self-doubt
Fear come around, I never get out (Nah)
Voice in my head tend to get loud (Loud)
Weighing my thoughts like ten pounds
I tend to get down before I get down
A minute on my dish’ll cost ten thou', no less
Livin' for the day I keep no stress
And I got ones but I need mo' checks
Yes
See, you must understand
This race has it’s own plans
Sometimes it leads you through the mud, but you must take its hand
Have faith you’ll make it through
We learn from things we lose
I take what I don’t have and make it into something new (Yuh)
I’m always making something out of from nothing (Sometimes it leads you through
the mud but you must take its hand)
I’m always making something out of from nothing (I take what I don’t have and
make it into something new)
I’m always making something out of from nothing (Sometimes it leads you through
the mud but you must take its hand)
I’m always making something out of from nothing (I take what I don’t have and
make it into something new)
I’m always—