[Intro: Tish]
And I think
About all the things I've been through
I never would have made it
I never would have made it without you
A tree can't grow
Or bear fruit without roots
Without you here to hold me
Oh, I
Never would have
Made it, oh
Made it, I know
Never would have made it, yeah
Made it, yeah
Made it without your love
Never would have made it
[Verse 1: VIC MENSA & Tish]
Lost some time, I won sometimes
Face my fears, can't run from mine
All the times I've crossed the line
All y'all thought I lost my mind
Ask no permission, just forgiveness
They kill the messenger, judge the witness
Your bad decisions bad for business
Offending everybody, but you're mad defensive
Never take 'em shopping, you just be bagging bitches
Couple magazine covers, I got a lot of issues
You fucked up the vibe, you rubbed people wrong
I ain't gon' lie, that night I was rolling and I was stoned
Was it Vanity Fair? I had a point, though
But, really, I shot myself in the foot like Tory, yo
Hurt people hurt people, I've been on both sides
Found worth in the Bentley, I ain't rock me no bow ties, uh
And you won't find self-love in a check stub
Ain't no happy ending to that back rub
We was down, down, baby, now we back up
I don't put it on the boss but I stack up (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
And I think
About all the things I've been through
I never would have made it
I never would have made it without you
A tree can't grow
Or bear fruit without roots
Without you here to hold me
Oh, I
Never would have
Made it, oh
Made it, I know
Never would have made it, yeah
Made it, yeah
Made it without your love
Never would have made it
[Verse 1: VIC MENSA & Tish]
Lost some time, I won sometimes
Face my fears, can't run from mine
All the times I've crossed the line
All y'all thought I lost my mind
Ask no permission, just forgiveness
They kill the messenger, judge the witness
Your bad decisions bad for business
Offending everybody, but you're mad defensive
Never take 'em shopping, you just be bagging bitches
Couple magazine covers, I got a lot of issues
You fucked up the vibe, you rubbed people wrong
I ain't gon' lie, that night I was rolling and I was stoned
Was it Vanity Fair? I had a point, though
But, really, I shot myself in the foot like Tory, yo
Hurt people hurt people, I've been on both sides
Found worth in the Bentley, I ain't rock me no bow ties, uh
And you won't find self-love in a check stub
Ain't no happy ending to that back rub
We was down, down, baby, now we back up
I don't put it on the boss but I stack up (Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh)
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