Believe

Album: Any Port in a Storm (2008)
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  • Well ya never quite forget the first tape you buy
    Mine was Naughty By Nature back when OPP was hot
    Who'd have thought that I could ever turn out this way
    I'm blamin' Ad-rock, Mike D and M-C-A

    Yeah it was Beasties on mind pretty much all the time
    'Til I started smokin' pot and figured out about Sublime
    Oh my god I never wanted something so badly

    I wanna learn to play guitar and sing just like Bradley
    And the b lines that Eric dropped reminded me of hip hop
    And I'm singin' lovin' is what I got I got I got
    Cause when the lovin' was gone

    I learned to play the blues through Stevie Ray Vaughn
    I needed music for all the ways it helped me feel
    And now I'm lovin' my guitar the way that B.B loved Lucille

    Can you feel it? (Yeah)
    I'm like, six damn strings never sounded so appealing.
    Can you feel it? (Yeah)
    I'm like once you grab the mic you better
    Sing like you believe
    Like you believe, like you believe, like you believe,

    Like you believe, like you believe, like you believe,
    Well the Marley was the tune Little J was in the womb
    My mommy put the headphones on her belly feel me move
    And every Jimi Hendrix riff I'd give her a little kick

    Just to let her know to turn it up a little bit
    And please when I grow up can I sound like Police
    That's what I was thinkin' while I prayed on my knees
    But now that I'm grown I found a sound of my own
    I'm in the studio now and I feel like I'm home

    Can you feel it? (Yeah)
    I'm like, six damn strings never sounded so appealing.
    Can you feel it? (Yeah)
    I'm like once you grab the mic you better
    Sing like you believe
    Like you believe, like you believe, like you believe,
    Like you believe.

    Now my music's been shelved,
    Because these people don't believe in me,
    But I'ma feel this "shuff" up before they hear the end of me.
    I'll be writing songs until the end of all eternity,
    I never went to college man, my band was my fraternity.
    Never stick my nose in the shit that ain't concern to me,
    But I'll be the first to swing, man, if you're burnin' me.
    Every day you wait's just another day wasted,
    I'm so damn close, man, I can taste it.

    Can you feel it? (Yeah)
    I'm like, six damn strings never sounded so appealing.
    Can you feel it? (Yeah)
    I'm like once you grab the mic you better
    Sing like you believe
    Like you believe, like you believe, like you believe,
    Like you believe.

    Like you believe in you, like you.
    Like you believe in you, like you.
    Like you believe in you, like you.
    Like you believe in you, like you. Writer/s: DUSTIN BUSHNELL, JARED WATSON
    Publisher: SONGS MUSIC PUBLISHING
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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