Make It

Another day, another chance, I got to make it count
I'm not rich, I got two digits in my bank account, right now
Got to make it out, somehow

It's the end of the month and I've been grinding
Got some problems of mine that I've been hiding
There ain't many places that I can hide in
I can feel depression trying to hop in

I can feel the pressure all around me
I can feel that many people doubt me
And I know there's something very wrong with my head
I got shit to figure out but I drink instead

Every day I go to work and then go to bed
I feel like I got caught in the wheel, I'm a slave
Running on that wheel like a rat
Digging my own grave I confess
Digging my own grave I know

Got to make it out, somehow
Got to make it out, somehow
Got to make it out, somehow
Got to make it out

Live one time, flip the switch, then it's lights out
If you don't know what you want, you better find out
Cause we don't live forever, we're going to time out
Got to chase after that dream that you got right now

Don't let anybody around you make you frown
Don't let anything inside you get you down
Keep on grinding, grinding, we're going to make it out
Got to think ahead not where we are now

Keep on grinding, grinding, we're going to make it
Set your eyes on the prize you want and don't let them take it
Got to set your price on the right place and make them pay it

If you're worth a million, the buyer will never say it
Lot of people saying they made it but they just fake it
Don't believe your eyes, always be careful where you lay em
Focus on the grind and just know that you're gonna make it

Got to make it out, somehow
Got to make it out, somehow
Got to make it out, somehow
Got to make it out

Got to make it out



Credits
Writer(s): Filipe Mateus
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