| But should I fall
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| I’m still free from it all
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| Verse 1 (Lecrae):
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| Round of applause, I pause to take a photo op None of it’s real; |
| it’s just Photoshopped
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| Crop out my flaws then my failures, my aches and all my ailments
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| Now I’m picture perfect, take all my dirt and conceal it Really, I no better than any
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| But they pay me a pretty penny to sit and look pretty
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| Not to big, not skinny, be whatever these fans demand of me
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| ‘Cause otherwise they probably wouldn’t love me The show goes on even after the curtains close
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| I smile and pose, put my signature on they clothes
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| They lift me up so high that I’m surely about to fall
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| The higher that I go the more unforgivin' they are
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| No grace and no exceptions, all they want is perfection
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| The man in the mirror can’t even see his reflection
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| You live for their acceptance, you die from their rejection
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| But even if I fall, I fell in the right direction
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| Hook (Mathai):
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| Cameras flash, the curtains call, the credits roll down the screen
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| Critics laugh, they hate us all as they applaud
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| But should I fall
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| I’m still free from it all
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| Verse 2 (Lecrae):
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| Life is a cage, a prison of everyone’s approval
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| Fight for acceptance and struggle so you don’t ever lose it But livin' for their acceptance has got us stressing
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| Insecure people obsessed with leaving impressions
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| Ladies spending time on their faces painting pretty lines
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| To you and me its make-up, but to her, it’s a disguise
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| You look her in her eyes and see her soul cry
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| ‘Cause living for other people’s got her living a lie
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| Hadn’t slept in day, close his eyes and he pray
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| Someone would miss him if he fell like a star out of space
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| But I’m sure they’ll replace him, just a name and a face
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| They say they love you, but it’s easy to fall from their graces
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| Live for everyone else gotcha losin' yourself
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| Why be slave when made to be free from the guilt?
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| To be free from the shame, you are more than a name
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| If you go down you got the freedom to get up again
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| Bridge (Lecrae):
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| Every moment is passing; |
| just let ‘em go In fifty years, man, who cares? |
| We’ll be super old
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| Many winners will lose, many heroes will fall
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| And if that’s me I’m still (free from it all) |