Believe Swag Toof
"Believe" by Swag Toof, released in 2015, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of self-confidence, empowerment, and resilience. The lyrics emphasize the importance of believing in oneself despite challenges. Unique musical elements include catchy hooks and vibrant beats, contributing to its energetic vibe. The song resonates with a youthful audience, promoting a culture of self-belief.
[Verse 1: Choirboy]
How we know who to believe when they say shit
Thin line between the real and the fake shit
Face it the truth still ain’t in there in what you reading in papers
Most places (?)
Skeleton in the closet got bones in the basement
Only way to know you saved you fake it
I guess I’m patient
I’m jaded don’t know if I’ll make it it
Trial through fire boy we ain’t (?)
Don’t need no love need no favors dangerous
(?)
Stomach aching so we taking got me sinning for the paper
Long as Choir the fucc up outta Dodge and Ouija out of Vegas
We grateful goddamn god bless us
(?) 25 bottles (?)
Gotta get paid so I’m still stressing pressure
(?) still in no stretcher
Can’t believe in your make believe cause that bullshit don’t impress us
That web you weave got you deceived you destined for some lessons
Tired of the fake shit
Tired of the racists
Tired of the ratchets
Tired of the basics
Tired of the world ready for revelations
Tired of the lies put the fire to ya faces
Hoodie in a halo scheming
Knowing everybody got demons
Don’t know where I’m going when I’m leaving
But he give me something to believe in
How we know who to believe when they say shit
Thin line between the real and the fake shit
Face it the truth still ain’t in there in what you reading in papers
Most places (?)
Skeleton in the closet got bones in the basement
Only way to know you saved you fake it
I guess I’m patient
I’m jaded don’t know if I’ll make it it
Trial through fire boy we ain’t (?)
Don’t need no love need no favors dangerous
(?)
Stomach aching so we taking got me sinning for the paper
Long as Choir the fucc up outta Dodge and Ouija out of Vegas
We grateful goddamn god bless us
(?) 25 bottles (?)
Gotta get paid so I’m still stressing pressure
(?) still in no stretcher
Can’t believe in your make believe cause that bullshit don’t impress us
That web you weave got you deceived you destined for some lessons
Tired of the fake shit
Tired of the racists
Tired of the ratchets
Tired of the basics
Tired of the world ready for revelations
Tired of the lies put the fire to ya faces
Hoodie in a halo scheming
Knowing everybody got demons
Don’t know where I’m going when I’m leaving
But he give me something to believe in
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