Men I worked
People tell me I changed
They talk to me like I'm rich
Oh yeah ...
And yeah I did it
We all come from the bottom
And we're going back to the bottom
Butterflies in my pocket
Still gave the rest to my mom
And then we made it
Oh yeah we made it
We're just tryna make a change
Hoping that tomorrow's a better day
Cause we fading in, fading out
You know what it's all about it
Keep my head up to the clouds
Everyday is the same but it ain't
All eyes on me trying to ...
I swear to God I'll make it home tonight
It doesn't matter
No it doesn't matter
Once you go up they just wanna bring you down
I want it all until the day I die
I swear to God I'll make it home tonight
I'll make it home tonight
I'll make it home tonight
I'll make it home tonight

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