If I got my chance to blow
I promise I'm seeing you for' you leave
If I got my chance and I won
I would go so far but promises I'd keep
Then all all would be well
We could hit the globe forever live on
Way up there
We're not going to fail
Even if I lived my life on the streets
From the free throw like 3'4
But they is not my equal
I just stubbed my big toe
Childhood was so throwed
Du rags and polos
But who'd know we'd grow old
And change had to let go
I changed had to let go
I'm doing the breaststroke
Like swimming the West Coast
Exchanging the pesos
I invest and settle
May broke be a shadow
May God have a tableau
If not paint the tablet
Them shoes have to have it
Accrue in the masses
Like Tom Cruise in Maverick
Say less is tacit
The fumble's expected
But just keep on trekking
A new coupe or Lexus
I move to progression
Do not lose a session
There's no new exceptions
Like Lee Bruce with weapons
My new dream is heaven
The stage and I'm flexing
I'm gaining perspective
I aced my electives
The boxes is checking
I'm being specific
They watch how I kick it
One day I will exit
And hope that God stretch it
Like Mom's in a stretcher
I won't quit cause effort
I won't lose a letter
I walked out in leather
And proceed to pressure
Then all all would be well
We could hit the globe forever live on
Way up there
We're not going to fail
Even if I lived my life on the streets
Big Chi - Will Be Well Lyrics
Big Chi - Will Be Well Lyrics
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If I got my chance to blow
I promise I'm seeing you for' you leave
If I got my chance and I won
I would go so far but promises I'd keep
Then all all would be well
We could hit the globe forever live on
Way up there
We're not going to fail
Even if I lived my life on the streets
From the free throw like 3'4
But they is not my equal
I just stubbed my big toe
Childhood was so throwed
Du rags and polos
But who'd know we'd grow old
And change had to let go
I changed had to let go
I'm doing the breaststroke
Like swimming the West Coast
Exchanging the pesos
I invest and settle
May broke be a shadow
May God have a tableau
If not paint the tablet
Them shoes have to have it
Accrue in the masses
Like Tom Cruise in Maverick
Say less is tacit
The fumble's expected
But just keep on trekking
A new coupe or Lexus
I move to progression
Do not lose a session
There's no new exceptions
Like Lee Bruce with weapons
My new dream is heaven
The stage and I'm flexing
I'm gaining perspective
I aced my electives
The boxes is checking
I'm being specific
They watch how I kick it
One day I will exit
And hope that God stretch it
Like Mom's in a stretcher
I won't quit cause effort
I won't lose a letter
I walked out in leather
And proceed to pressure
Then all all would be well
We could hit the globe forever live on
Way up there
We're not going to fail
Even if I lived my life on the streets
I promise I'm seeing you for' you leave
If I got my chance and I won
I would go so far but promises I'd keep
Then all all would be well
We could hit the globe forever live on
Way up there
We're not going to fail
Even if I lived my life on the streets
From the free throw like 3'4
But they is not my equal
I just stubbed my big toe
Childhood was so throwed
Du rags and polos
But who'd know we'd grow old
And change had to let go
I changed had to let go
I'm doing the breaststroke
Like swimming the West Coast
Exchanging the pesos
I invest and settle
May broke be a shadow
May God have a tableau
If not paint the tablet
Them shoes have to have it
Accrue in the masses
Like Tom Cruise in Maverick
Say less is tacit
The fumble's expected
But just keep on trekking
A new coupe or Lexus
I move to progression
Do not lose a session
There's no new exceptions
Like Lee Bruce with weapons
My new dream is heaven
The stage and I'm flexing
I'm gaining perspective
I aced my electives
The boxes is checking
I'm being specific
They watch how I kick it
One day I will exit
And hope that God stretch it
Like Mom's in a stretcher
I won't quit cause effort
I won't lose a letter
I walked out in leather
And proceed to pressure
Then all all would be well
We could hit the globe forever live on
Way up there
We're not going to fail
Even if I lived my life on the streets
Writer: Cesan Mack
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