Lose Yourself (RECORD)
• Written by OldSchoolFuture
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(0:51)
His mind is clever, hard work, time for pressure
Cause whatever the wheather, he's the succesor
The mind is the weapon, to grind and threaten
He reminds you a lesson, don't question your level
He denies the stressing, and all the tension
He's cold as ice, even writes at night
All he wants to do, is just succeed at life
But do not think, he's gonna need your advice
He barely sleeps, competes with elites
He rarely talks, he lives with his thoughts
As he walks in his shorts, thinking bout his sport
No doubt, bad thoughts, as he goes to court
As he balls all day, scores point after point
He enjoyed the training, still no explaining
Why in the game, he can't even play, how he plays in his training
CHORUS (1:37)
(2:00)
Life's slowly fading, the whole earth is quaking
Only option for this chance, is take him
After this chance there's no remaking, oh no
it's either gonna make or break him
As goes to the arena, and on the court
He's 'bout to spit venom, get that reward
But he says 'Shit, demons', as he imports
His first bad thought, all the peoples start feeling some discomfort
Maybe he really needs some quick support
Before his great dream gets all destroyed...
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OldSchoolFuture
Member since November 16 2013