song by: B.o.B and Taylor Swift

 

Ever thought about losing it

When your money’s all gone and you lose your whip

You might lose your grip when the landlord tell ya that you due for rent

And the grass so green on the other side

Make a n-gga wanna run staight through the fence

Open up the fridge ’bout 20 times

But you still can’t find no food in it

That’s foolishness

And sometimes I wonder, why we care so much about the way we look, and the way we talk and the way we act and the clothes we bought, how much that cost?

Does it even really matter?

Cause if life is an uphill battle

We all tryna climb up the same ol’ ladder

In the same boat, with the same ol’ battle

Why so shallow? I’m just asking

What’s the pattern for the madness

Everybody ain’t a number one draft pick

Most of us ain’t hollywood actors

But if it’s all for one, and one for all

Then maybe one day, we all can ball

Do it one time for the underdogs

Sincerely yours, from one of yall

 

I wish I was strong enough to lift not one but both us
Some day I will be strong enough to lift not one but both of us

 

I can feel your pain, I can feel your struggle

You just wanna live, been everything so low

That you could drown in a b?

That’s why I gotta hold us up, yeah hold us up

For all the times no one ever spoke for us

To every single time that they play this song

You can say that that’s what Bobby Ray wrote for us

When the tides get too high

And the sea up underneath get so deep

And you feel like you’re just another person

Getting lost in the crowd, way up high in the nosebleed

Uh, because we won’t be near yet, both of us

But we still stand tall with our shoulders up

And even though we always against the odds

These are the things that’ve molded us

And if life hadn’t chosen us

Sometimes I wonder where I woulda wound up

Cause if it was up to me, I’d make a new blueprint

Than build it from the ground up, hey

But if it’s all for one, and one for all

Then maybe one day, we all can ball

Do it one time for the underdogs

From Bobby Ray, to all of y’all

 

 

I always wish I’ll be a strong girl. But, lately I realize that being strong is not about a person. We need someone else, the stonger one, to be our model. Someone who realizes our weakness and excess, knows our ability, and understands our characters. So she/he can enforce us, to be stonger of course. It’s much happier if both of us being stronger together😀
 

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