Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Believe feat. Amanda Silvera & Matt Brevner, artist - Hidetake Takayama. Date of issue: 07.11.2011
Song language: English
Believe feat. Amanda Silvera & Matt Brevner |
| 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 |