Believer
First things first
I'ma say all the words inside my head
I'm fired up and tired of the way
That things have been, oh-ooh
The way that things have been, oh-ooh
Second thing second
Don't you tell me what you
Think that I could be
I'm the one at the sail
I'm the master of my sea, oh-ooh
The master of my sea, oh-ooh
I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That look at me, took to me,
Shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heartache from the pain
Taking my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the...
Pain!
You made me a
You made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You made me a,
You made me a believer, believer
Pain
Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from...
Pain!
Third things third send a prayer
To the ones up above
All the hate that you turn
Has turned your spirit into a dove
Second things second
Don't you tell me what you think
That I could be
I'm the one at the sail
I'm the master of my sea, oh ooh
The master of my sea, oh ooh
I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That look at me, took to me,
Shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heartache from the pain
Taking my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the...
Pain!
You made me a
You made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You made me a,
You made me a believer, believer
Pain
Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from...
Pain!
Third things third send a prayer
To the ones up above
All the hate that you turn
Has turned your spirit into a dove
I'ma say all the words inside my head
I'm fired up and tired of the way
That things have been, oh-ooh
The way that things have been, oh-ooh
Second thing second
Don't you tell me what you
Think that I could be
I'm the one at the sail
I'm the master of my sea, oh-ooh
The master of my sea, oh-ooh
I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That look at me, took to me,
Shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heartache from the pain
Taking my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the...
Pain!
You made me a
You made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You made me a,
You made me a believer, believer
Pain
Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from...
Pain!
Third things third send a prayer
To the ones up above
All the hate that you turn
Has turned your spirit into a dove
Second things second
Don't you tell me what you think
That I could be
I'm the one at the sail
I'm the master of my sea, oh ooh
The master of my sea, oh ooh
I was broken from a young age
Taking my sulking to the masses
Writing my poems for the few
That look at me, took to me,
Shook to me, feeling me
Singing from heartache from the pain
Taking my message from the veins
Speaking my lesson from the brain
Seeing the beauty through the...
Pain!
You made me a
You made me a believer, believer
Pain!
You made me a,
You made me a believer, believer
Pain
Oh, let the bullets fly, oh, let them rain
My life, my love, my drive, it came from...
Pain!
Third things third send a prayer
To the ones up above
All the hate that you turn
Has turned your spirit into a dove
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Coulter Reynolds, Daniel Wayne Sermon, Benjamin Arthur Mckee, Mattias Per Larsson, Daniel James Platzman, Robin Lennart Fredriksson, Justin Drew Tranter
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