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I Made A Promise - Pully
Verse 1
Heres a story
it may be boring
some may relate
id hate to be forty
and look back
and regret what i never did
never said shit
my mouths full isnt it
isnt it funny
we express thoughts differently
get in where we fit in
but fittin is the ipitame
going with the flow
you know you dont wanna do it
you wanna be accepted
lets get congruint
lets be honest
and level with eachother
be better forever weather
well ever be brothers
if were not homies
you do not know me
youll never walk my walk
so lemme talk slowly
never follow the pack
blaze your own path
followin the leaders a phase
you gone pass
be a father and youll see
the need to be dad
exceeds the belief in the street
believe dat UH
Chours
I made a promise
id make my own path
i wont let it phase me
maybe youll laugh
maybe youll hate me
maybe you have
the same point of view i do
i knew that
i made a promise
id make my own path
i wont let it phase me
maybe youll laugh
Maybe youll hate me
maybe you'll have
the same point of view i do
i knew that
Verse 2
ive been up and down
given the run around
but listen its livin
ill git a bit ground
remained sane through
the pain and clouds
i dont give a shit
if it fades an rains down
mistakes that i made
helped shape who i am
sculpted personality
learned how to be a man
how i see reality
how i see my brand
gonna leave a legacy
i heavily plan
now i pass to my son
facts and a love
for the struggle and the husstle
but well have a bit of fun
havent had rap wit him
that will probly come
were on our own path together
we let it run
Chours
I made a promise
id make my own path
i wont let it phase me
maybe youll laugh
maybe youll hate me
maybe you have
the same point of view i do
i knew that
i made a promise
id make my own path
i wont let it phase me
maybe youll laugh
Maybe youll hate me
maybe you'll have
the same point of view i do
i knew that
Verse 3
learn that comfort
is monatinous
new experience and fear
breeds all of this
dead serious
near need followers
i made a career out of
clearin conciousness
it a gift
or is a curse is
this feeling an illusion
im losing my shirt
question all the stress
and every lesson hurts
but i learn to love pain
and the strain and the work
i dont allways give my best
stress is a jurk
relentless it festers
it effects for sure
aware when its there
i recognize the cure
is to write about life
at night im right hurr
sitting at desk
typin with a passion
i barely even try
i just kinda let it happen
kinda let its go
girls up nappin
she kinda understands
i appreciate that shit
