Oh
Y'all ready to travel with us?
(Don't give up)
NASA
(No, don't give up)
Busta Bus
Sia
The mind is a dangerous place
You can clean it up if you fall from grace
So don't give up
No don't give up
The mind is a dangerous place
You can clean it up if you fall from grace
So don't give up
No don't give up
The mind is a dangerous place
You can clean it up if you fall from grace
So don't give up
No don't give up
Rush of blood to the head
Walk through the fire rings of crimson and red
I never fold 'til my body grows cold
I close my eyes and I lose all control
Rush of blood to the head
♪
No need to look any further
If you seek you will find
The truth is you will ponder them deeper thoughts in your mind
So undefeated only thing left to conquer is time
Ya see me at the top of every mountain I climb
And then I leave my mark like on every piece of paper I sign
Like I'm writing a Bible, my every word is divine
And never will give up that's why we always stick with the grind
And if I get better with time I'll know I'm reaching my prime
You wanna front (what?)
Turn up and get buck
Now with a blunt (what?)
Roll up, do what you want and throw it up (what?)
See the clique, they here the cut a yo wassup (what?)
Yeah we out, tearing shit up
And speaking to the universe I wish the sound could travel faster
Talking to galaxies that's why I'm traveling with NASA
With Sia riding shotgun and she even brought her pastor
In case you don't believe a word I said then you can ask her
The mind is a dangerous place
You can clean it up if you fall from grace
So don't give up
No don't give up
The mind is a dangerous place
You can clean it up if you fall from grace
So don't give up
No don't give up
Rush of blood to the head
Walk through the fire rings of crimson and red
I never fold 'til my body grows cold
I close my eyes and I lose all control
Rush of blood to the head
♪
I can't give up through the public slander
Attacks in the media
They try to bury me like Hoffa under the stadium
I rose from ashes dust to dust
You know the scenario Spiegel & Busta Bus
Fuck with us, the flow is unfuckwitable
All critics jump off the genitals please
Laughing to the bank through the ridicule
He has a problem like Apollo 13
A man on a mission
Playing like a pro through the anti-depressants
My mind is a weapon
Yeah I might got a couple screws loose
Sam slow the beat down like Screw Juice
Quicker than the competition
I saw the future when they lost the vision
I give 'em hell but I'll never give in
The God fell from grace to be newly risen
The mind is a dangerous place
You can clean it up if you fall from grace
So don't give up
No don't give up
The mind is a dangerous place
You can clean it up if you fall from grace
So don't give up
No don't give up
Rush of blood to the head
Walk through the fire rings of crimson and red
I never fold 'til my body grows cold
I close my eyes and I lose all control
Rush of blood to the head