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Intro:
There’s only one try
One seat
At the top, today
Or without me
If I fail, tonight
You can say, at least
I was trying to siege
Accepting defeat
I’m willing to bleed (Yeeah)
Verse I:
Big cars, big needs, chasing my biggest dreams
And counting the money that we all seek
For the property that we cannot keep
Best bars, bachelor, collecting money for the future
It all starts with a bit of sugar
And ends you gon‘ look like Yoda
Hold up, start now, seize the moment
You know how
Breath the acid cause you’ll fall down
Earthquakes shaking that Solid ground
Sold out, grow doubts, fear the future if wе go down
The awakening is so loud, unbeliеvable look wow
Hook:
Gotta move to believe
Gotta cut to the scene
Of big boys from small towns and their will to bleed
Nothing but a shield
Nothing but a dream
Of great men with one goal for their destiny
Bridge:
What is left of me?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What is left of me?
I hope if I’m vanished I was the best side of me
(I am the best side of me!)
So, What I gotta do for the next step?
Be calm? Or attack?
Life once, die twice
I prefer the night life
All alone or my guys
´Cause drugs made the fucked world so fucking nice
Verse II:
Back off, headshot, corpses stacking here on top
Hide behind this cozy duvet
Or you try and die while you remove it
Fed up, enough, take cover or lose guts
As you listen to new stuff
We’ll make an ocean out of this eww slough
Be rough, be hard, it’s survival of the fittest none stop
Stay silent you shouldn’t flop
Eaten alive- it’s extremely tough
Last shot, last try, your chance is gone goodbye
You don’t have seven cat life’s but you could have chosen to fight
Hook:
Gotta move to believe
Gotta cut to the scene
Of big boys from small towns and their will to bleed
Nothing but a shield
Nothing but a dream
Of great men with one goal for their destiny
Outro:
What is left of me? (Nothing)
What is left of me? (Yah)
Dreams was written by Chris Raubach.
Dreams was produced by Freek van Workum.