History in the Making Surfaces
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[Verse 1]
Mm, oh, tell me, do you feel me?
I've been outside livin' life like the real me
Stronger than I was, yesterday couldn't kill me
Used to be down, now we up past the ceiling
This that Saturday morning coffee inside my cup
Lookin' at my miracle, can't believe that he's growin' up
Every day is beautiful if you just let it be
Forget about the past, open up your energy, yeah
[Chorus]
Woo, mm, yeah, we made it
Mm, yeah, we made it
Decidеd not to fake it
And nothing been the same sincе
From the bottom of the basement
All the way up to the highest elevation
Ooh, yeah
This is history in the making
[Verse 2]
Yeah, and every day's a blessin'
I got out of bed, tell me, why should I be stressin'?
Pops made me work hard, thankful for that lesson
Now when we go out, I get steak without a question
We ain't gettin' no younger and all we got is each other
So let's stop fightin' our brother and let the kids run the summer
If you found that peace of mind
Come on, put your hands up high to the sky
Mm, oh, tell me, do you feel me?
I've been outside livin' life like the real me
Stronger than I was, yesterday couldn't kill me
Used to be down, now we up past the ceiling
This that Saturday morning coffee inside my cup
Lookin' at my miracle, can't believe that he's growin' up
Every day is beautiful if you just let it be
Forget about the past, open up your energy, yeah
[Chorus]
Woo, mm, yeah, we made it
Mm, yeah, we made it
Decidеd not to fake it
And nothing been the same sincе
From the bottom of the basement
All the way up to the highest elevation
Ooh, yeah
This is history in the making
[Verse 2]
Yeah, and every day's a blessin'
I got out of bed, tell me, why should I be stressin'?
Pops made me work hard, thankful for that lesson
Now when we go out, I get steak without a question
We ain't gettin' no younger and all we got is each other
So let's stop fightin' our brother and let the kids run the summer
If you found that peace of mind
Come on, put your hands up high to the sky
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