Got no ethos
We ethered fade away all coleco
No vision I ask young how we go
So wrong more strong folk needed
Dance on eggshells not to hate we speechless
These streets don't love you
Just hug you to death with the heater
Collapse yo a lung in your chest
With a raised eyebrow like ya mom
When she smells all the purp(purple) on your breath
Now how you beefing collecting rent money
That he slang for one forked tongue
Out the other say we pray for his soul salvation
When check to check how you living
Hand to hand he making
Ends meet shoes, heat, food, eat, grace
That's the hypocrisy of this rat race running all the time
You all in last place and then you find out your silver linings all plate
Yeah
Chorus:
Now the devils at your door you heard the breathing
Served your time and God says just receive it
You can't believe it
But there's a reason
You can't believe it
Like it or not life serves the gumbo stew pot
Okra one ladle Andouille the next no tomato
Just breathe get rest eat right look left
And post no bills young that you can serve
And hold no ills cuz because you won't learn
Karma's a bitch and check it she heated
The way you treated yeah just might be some crops you once seeded
And you're reaping now
They don't own you naan(nothing)
Listen keep your hand on the plow
Because you're better than any scarlet letter
They pinning on your lapel
Label misspelled misconception
They type is stereo or mono
They can't listen well they sing soprano
No tony tolls bell vice verse no curse
Listen up nothing beats your self worth
Yeah
Chorus
Shine
Believe It Video (MV)
Performed By: Kokayi
Language: English
Length: 3:42
Written by: Robert Williams, Roshun D. Walker, William Roberts
Kokayi - Believe It Lyrics
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Got no ethos
We ethered fade away all coleco
No vision I ask young how we go
So wrong more strong folk needed
Dance on eggshells not to hate we speechless
These streets don't love you
Just hug you to death with the heater
Collapse yo a lung in your chest
With a raised eyebrow like ya mom
When she smells all the purp(purple) on your breath
Now how you beefing collecting rent money
That he slang for one forked tongue
Out the other say we pray for his soul salvation
When check to check how you living
Hand to hand he making
Ends meet shoes, heat, food, eat, grace
That's the hypocrisy of this rat race running all the time
You all in last place and then you find out your silver linings all plate
Yeah
Chorus:
Now the devils at your door you heard the breathing
Served your time and God says just receive it
You can't believe it
But there's a reason
You can't believe it
Like it or not life serves the gumbo stew pot
Okra one ladle Andouille the next no tomato
Just breathe get rest eat right look left
And post no bills young that you can serve
And hold no ills cuz because you won't learn
Karma's a bitch and check it she heated
The way you treated yeah just might be some crops you once seeded
And you're reaping now
They don't own you naan(nothing)
Listen keep your hand on the plow
Because you're better than any scarlet letter
They pinning on your lapel
Label misspelled misconception
They type is stereo or mono
They can't listen well they sing soprano
No tony tolls bell vice verse no curse
Listen up nothing beats your self worth
Yeah
Chorus
Shine
We ethered fade away all coleco
No vision I ask young how we go
So wrong more strong folk needed
Dance on eggshells not to hate we speechless
These streets don't love you
Just hug you to death with the heater
Collapse yo a lung in your chest
With a raised eyebrow like ya mom
When she smells all the purp(purple) on your breath
Now how you beefing collecting rent money
That he slang for one forked tongue
Out the other say we pray for his soul salvation
When check to check how you living
Hand to hand he making
Ends meet shoes, heat, food, eat, grace
That's the hypocrisy of this rat race running all the time
You all in last place and then you find out your silver linings all plate
Yeah
Chorus:
Now the devils at your door you heard the breathing
Served your time and God says just receive it
You can't believe it
But there's a reason
You can't believe it
Like it or not life serves the gumbo stew pot
Okra one ladle Andouille the next no tomato
Just breathe get rest eat right look left
And post no bills young that you can serve
And hold no ills cuz because you won't learn
Karma's a bitch and check it she heated
The way you treated yeah just might be some crops you once seeded
And you're reaping now
They don't own you naan(nothing)
Listen keep your hand on the plow
Because you're better than any scarlet letter
They pinning on your lapel
Label misspelled misconception
They type is stereo or mono
They can't listen well they sing soprano
No tony tolls bell vice verse no curse
Listen up nothing beats your self worth
Yeah
Chorus
Shine
Writer: Robert Williams, Roshun D. Walker, William Roberts
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.