Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Born to Survive, artist - Lee Richardson.
Date of issue: 02.07.2014
Song language: English
Born to Survive |
Can you shout out Wo-o-o-o we’re born to survive |
Think we’re going to make it, make it |
Think we’re going to make it, make it |
Can you shout out Wo-o-o-o we’re born to survive |
Think we’re going to make it, make it |
Think we’re going to make it, make it |
As a kid growing up, I knew that I was different |
I told them one day I’ma be the best but they didn’t listen |
It started off as a dream, I turned it into a vision |
The passion made me consistent, so now I’m on a mission |
All of my friends was leaving me, ain’t no one believe me |
So I had to be the only one that believe me |
I was so determined that I knew that I was going to make it |
I didn’t want to be good, I wanted to be the greatest |
Threw my hands to the sky and started reaching for the stars |
And now I got the mic and all I hear is these applause |
For every win and every loss, for every time I lost a job |
Every time that life was hard, at the end it made me strong |
So don’t ever never say it’s something you can’t do |
'Cause I know if you believe that dreams come true |
Every risk is chance, it begins with a plan |
I would never be a quitter I’ma fight til the end |
Can you shout out Wo-o-o-o we’re born to survive |
Think we’re going to make it, make it |
Think we’re going to make it, make it |
Can you shout out Wo-o-o-o we’re born to survive |
Think we’re going to make it, make it |
Think we’re going to make it, make it |
I was never taught how to swim and I was caught in the deep end |
It deepened the burden on me, the water was creeping |
Into my lungs, I’m struggling, out of breath and I’m mumbling |
Bumbling to the point where I’m dying because I’m weakened |
That’s life, harsh realities and all |
Back on the wall, no help, feeling so small |
But I evolved, like the phoenix I rose from the ashes |
And verbally bashed every critic, hater and asshole |
To the top of the mountain, not your typical type |
Rather I’m trying to tackle, take off and be outta your sight |
To a level so unattainable, I’m changing ya life |
And iconic assassin of the beat and the mic |
Huh, ha, in me that had doubt, no belief |
But lions don’t lose sleep over the opinions of sheep |
So I’mma get, that, dust off my shoulder |
And I’ma do, this, till I croak and it’s over (COME ON) |
Can you shout out Wo-o-o-o we’re born to survive |
Think we’re going to make it, make it |
Think we’re going to make it, make it |
Can you shout out Wo-o-o-o we’re born to survive |
Think we’re going to make it, make it |
Think we’re going to make it, make it |