[Chorus: Sam Rivera]
Won’t be able to tell me things, I’m awesome
You won’t ever beat my team: got God in my roster
Yeah, we about to take flight (Take flight)
We gon' show the world how we really shine (Oh yeah)
Won’t be able to tell me things, I’m awesome (Awesome, awesome)
You won’t ever beat my team: got God in my roster (Roster)
Yeah, we about to take flight (Take flight, flight)
We gon' show the world how we really shine (Really shine)
[Post-Chorus: Sam Rivera]
Shine
Yeah, we all gon' shine
Shine, shine, shine
Yeah, we all gon' shine
Shine
Yeah, we all gon' shine
Shine, shine, shine
Yeah, we all gon' shine
[Verse 1: Aklesso]
It ain’t supposed to be
Fumbled on the play, but I’m recovering
Salt upon the Earth, but I’m still hungry
Talkin' all that mess, it make me salty?
Doo-wee, oo-wee
Uh, ya
You talkin' to me
You talkin' to foolies with spirit, yuh, yeah
Yeah, I‘m beat, but I’ll never fly back on spirit, yuh, yeah
Shooting my shot, shootin' like Pippen
Till I’m gone, ya, ya
Till I’m gone, ya, ya
Yeah, what? You tryna be popular, ayy
You can stay popping, I don’t care
Tell me how clout taste in five years
Yeah, what? I’m tired of arguin'
In the meantime, I'ma do my thang
Glory be to God who made the way
Won’t be able to tell me things, I’m awesome
You won’t ever beat my team: got God in my roster
Yeah, we about to take flight (Take flight)
We gon' show the world how we really shine (Oh yeah)
Won’t be able to tell me things, I’m awesome (Awesome, awesome)
You won’t ever beat my team: got God in my roster (Roster)
Yeah, we about to take flight (Take flight, flight)
We gon' show the world how we really shine (Really shine)
[Post-Chorus: Sam Rivera]
Shine
Yeah, we all gon' shine
Shine, shine, shine
Yeah, we all gon' shine
Shine
Yeah, we all gon' shine
Shine, shine, shine
Yeah, we all gon' shine
[Verse 1: Aklesso]
It ain’t supposed to be
Fumbled on the play, but I’m recovering
Salt upon the Earth, but I’m still hungry
Talkin' all that mess, it make me salty?
Doo-wee, oo-wee
Uh, ya
You talkin' to me
You talkin' to foolies with spirit, yuh, yeah
Yeah, I‘m beat, but I’ll never fly back on spirit, yuh, yeah
Shooting my shot, shootin' like Pippen
Till I’m gone, ya, ya
Till I’m gone, ya, ya
Yeah, what? You tryna be popular, ayy
You can stay popping, I don’t care
Tell me how clout taste in five years
Yeah, what? I’m tired of arguin'
In the meantime, I'ma do my thang
Glory be to God who made the way
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