The Girl From The Cornerstore - Lyrics

Count down to zero again
Just one more time
Got a feelin’ this one’s gonna be it
So leave’em high
Ridin’ on a prayer and walkin’ thin air
Yes, I’m alive
And got livin’ to do, right now, right here
It’s fight or fight

And there idn’t anything you could do about that
It’s in the past, the song was great- and that’s about that
The mixtape was flames and layed without a foul track
Ya bounce back, and it’s that you did. Not about how fast
Though apathetic and unnerved,
Believed in you until belief became just a word
And now they celebratin’ early outta context
While we risin’ like Fury on a 4-count stretch

Oh! Hot steppin’ in my courthouse best
Since Kid Fresh and the folklore won’t rest
More or less, the course of the score don’t stress
I’m the type to push it on E, singin’ I got this
We’ve seen worst in the first round of an all out class
Been outclassed up until the last bout of a downdraft
We’d only climb how high we could life the lie
Thought future highlights were only when we’d hit rewind to
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Countdown to zero again,
just one more time
Got a feelin’ this one’s gonna be it,
so keep’em high
Ridin’ on a prayer and walkin’ thin air,
Yes I’m alive
And got livin’ to do, right now, right here
It’s fight or fight.
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On arrival, since Russia lost Fievel
Since Kirby Puckett snapped a white man’s axe over to right field
In game 6, after the 9th tho.
Been here before it was cool to be spiteful.
It’s tougher to let it go than let it hate
Easier to let it loose, than in the cage
I wanna believe in God, believe in faith
And it gets outweighed by the mess I’ve already made

I’m a happy accident
Frontin’ as a massive catastrophe waitin’ to happen
I took your patience out to pasture
With a shotgun full’a blanks as a would-be assassin
A classless act, sittin’ back’a the class takin’ a nap
California called your talents to take’em west
I played it fresh, paid the debt
In a year’s worth of projection and hatin’ myself

That’s real, I pressed road to wheel
Let it coast off course into an Iowa cornfield
And if it’s a torn shield and broken ego over the ordeal
I’d say I cam out better ever after than before. Still
No regrets, still punchin’ holes in the fence
Still runnin’ up the scoreboard, no matter how forlorn the events
The scorn is no sweat last time that I checked
The marathon continues, my friend.