The Last One

Yeah
Alright
Yeah, I'ma be alright

Uh, I feel like I'm on top of the world
No flat earth, can't stop or reverse
The kid's got no brakes on
Sorry mom thank God for State Farm
I ain't gon' stop 'til we first
Nobody cared so I thought I was cursed until it started to work
Now everybody wanna piece like I'm cutting dessert

But that ain't gon happen
Look how far we go there from rappin'
And putting misfit on a tee, neighbors thought I was trapping
Selling shirts at the show, CDs out the car
Everybody wanna joke but this joke was a star
I just wanna shine my light, play my part, sing my songs
And give you everything I got 'cause I got it from God

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah, uh)
Everything gon' be alright
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah, uh)
Everything gon' be alright
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah, uh)
Everything gon' be alright
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah, uh)
Everything gon' be alright

Woo, hey, yeah
Yeah, it's gon' be alright
Settle down you gon' be just fine, hey
You been working, working all week
Can't seem to catch a break but trust and you'll see
Your work is not in vain, it's only preparation
It's about the journey not the destination

Yeah, we rooting for you all across the nation
Gotta have faith and mix it with some patience
Uh, yeah, He shining down on you
You gon' make some history, bet you never knew
Just trust keep going all you gotta do
Hey, 'cause it's gonna be alright

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah, uh)
Everything's gon' be alright
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah, uh)
Everything's gon' be alright
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah, uh)
Everything gon' be alright
Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh (yeah, uh)
Everything gon' be alright

Ladies and gentlemen, this is Marty for President
Recording in front of a live studio audience
Burbank, California, the old TBN studios
Don't do drugs, stay in school, thank you so much
I love you, shoutout to my wife I love you baby
Thank you Jesus, we out



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Writer(s): Luis Calderon, Raymond Castro, Martin Santiago, Yewande Isola
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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