Lyrics Believe feat. Amanda Silvera & Matt Brevner - Hidetake Takayama

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