| Open your eyes
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| Make room for a little sweet love
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| The Lord is all around you, child
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| And that’s what you’re made of
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| Remember…
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| There is a light
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| And it shines bright just for you
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| And you can cut yourself off from it
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| No matter what you do
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| I had a 3.5 at Duke
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| And I was blowin' up
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| Three albums, I got a row of ducks
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| When my dad was 22, dawg, he drove a truck
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| January in Detroit is cold as fuck, you know it’s tough
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| But I came this far, I ain’t slowin' up
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| Livin' life with the LeBron James shoulder shrug
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| One thing you’ll never hear me say is «Close enough», I’m dope as fuck
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| I lost 2018 to a broken heart
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| I wrote this whole thing, I know my part
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| I made a wildfire from a glowin' spark
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| I press go in March, I gotta go and march
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| All previous conceptions are blown apart
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| Not everyone can come with me, it’s Noah’s Ark
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| I ain’t Gregg Popovich, I have no remark
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| These are the type of riches one can only hold in heart
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| And anyone that’s gone over my history
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| Know that I ain’t stuck in the mode of the industry
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| I am walkin' down the road of epiphanies
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| Three words: growth over consistency
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| Back again, they’ve been tappin' out, McGregor
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| I’ve been tappin' in, livin' out the dreams
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| I was once just imaginin', it’s happenin'
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| I get so much work done nowadays, it’s almost like I have a twin
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| I can’t just sit on a couch
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| Shovelin' shit in my mouth
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| I don’t know how I’ma walk across this country
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| But I know I’ma figure it out
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| And who knows what I’m gon' do when it’s done
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| Hopefully I touch your life, you could be one
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| I’m not walkin' to show people who I am
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| I’m walkin' to find out who I’ve become
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| The people ain’t stupid, they know what’s real
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| Sometime to get to heaven, we gotta go through hell
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| And I’m rollin' deep, no Adele
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| You can ask World Wide Wes, dawg, he knows me well
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| My life’s like an instruction manual
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| How to not be borin' (not be borin')
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| It’s my spirit, my smile
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| That have got me soarin' (got me soarin')
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| It broke my heart to tell the band
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| We would not be tourin' (not be tourin')
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| But I just gotta do this (I gotta do it)
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| I can’t stop explorin'
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| I was a short lil' Jewish kid, I ain’t speak much
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| My whole life now somethin' that I’ve dreamed up
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| With no handout, I look at my heros and…
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| That’s what I am now
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| Yoga class headband now
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| People say I’m off-brand, how
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| I am a brand, therefore
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| Anything I do is on-brand now, I’m on-brand now
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| People got attached to a version of me
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| And it hurts when they see a person who’s free
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| But I’m so grateful for all of these lessons
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| Twice as much money, half the possessions
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| No drugs, now the vision’s clear
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| People mad 'cause the old me isn’t here
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| All my gold jewelry just disappeared
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| That’s the universe tellin' me to start switchin' gears
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| The deeper the human, the deeper the songs
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| Look at my life, the dream isn’t gone
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| I saw all of this two years ago
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| It’s almost like it was me readin' my poem
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| People copy but they copy wrong
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| Puttin' out a bunch of sloppy songs
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| If I die and the Rockies don’t
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| Forget to bury me with a Petoskey stone
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| And opportunities keep on poppin' up
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| Killer concepts come to me in shavasana
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| This is just an intro, a daydream
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| The rest comes January 18th
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| Open your eyes
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| Make room for a little sweet love
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| The Lord is all around you, child
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| And that’s what you’re made of
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| Remember…
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| There is a light
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| And it shines bright just for you
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| You can’t cut yourself off from it
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| No matter what you do, no |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Noah's Ark , by - Mike Posner. Song from the album Keep Going, in the genre Поп