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  • Grind Through

    Grind Through

    Originale|20

    Came up with the weight on my back and a plan in

    my hand Boots in the dirt,

    now the route look sharp when I stand They said slow down,

    I learned how to move through the jam Now every scar on

    my skin got a use and a stamp I don't talk big,

    I just build when the room get thin Face like stone,

    keep the fire tucked under the grin Whole squad lean on the

    truth when the doubts creep in I was down that low,

    now the climb feel cold but I win

    Hold that line, don't fold now

    Chest up high, ten toes down

    Hear that brass, let it call out

    One more step, we break out We came too far just to

    bow right here

    Run through the smoke,

    keep the ground right here

    Hands on the wheel,

    let the whole sky hear

    Won't let go, no fear,

    no fear

    We came too far just to bow right here

    Stand on the scars,

    let the whole side hear

    Pain made gold when the will stayed clear

    Won't back down, I'm here,

    I'm here (ah)

    (yeah) (ay) Pressure made form,

    now the frame don't bend when it shake

    Mind on steel, every loss put a grade on the way

    I took heat, let it burn out the fear and the fake

    Now the team move clean,

    every risk got a lane we can take No handout dream,

    I was up with the dust and the doubt

    Still held course when the road and the funds ran out

    If the wall too tall,

    then the squad bring a door to the route

    From the low black soil,

    watch a crown rise up from the drought

    Rise up

    Stay tough

    Game time

    No luck

    Built this

    Straight up

    We came too far just to bow right here

    Run through the smoke,

    keep the ground right here

    Hands on the wheel,

    let the whole sky hear

    Won't let go, no fear,

    no fear

    Stand on the scars,

    let the whole side hear

    Pain made gold when the will stayed clear Still here

    Still rise

    A minor sky We ride

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