Lyrics
VERSE 1
One chance Is, what you get.
When I let you on my set.
To collect, or be in debt.
Ill select, after the check, too connect, or disconnect.
Give an inch, with no room.
Like a tomb, close at noon.
Open up, show me you, and then soon, you’ll be tuned.
In frequency of my soul, take control, of your mind.
Your first thoughts, aren’t sure shots, and you know, that I’m right.
So don’t lie, and don’t steal, if you can, keep it real.
Life, without trust, is a must, you appeal.
Reveal, good and bad, so the sad, can be healed.
But don’t make, a mistake, and partake, with the fake.
Ending up, with less, cause your guests, known to take.
What you got, and get caught, but your not, gonna say.
That’s mine, you’ll just find, it and take, it away.
(Chorus repeat 2 times)
Trust in the beginning, is a gift from the willing.
But loss of trust is the feeling, after lies turn to stealing.
Knowing, theirs no healing, the suspicion grows to hate.
Just knowing, and dealing, with the beginning, a mistake.
VERSE 2
Trust is not, to just hand out.
With a doubt, or word of mouth.
It’s about phasing, them out
With a drought, to find their route, to the spout, to wet their mouth.
What they do, who they choose, is their own hidden clues.
Win or lose, pay your dues, and you’ll prove, your good news.
By your talk, and your ways, how you gaze, in there face.
Looking deep, like in space, for a trace, of bad eggs.
If they spoil, theirs a chance, you’ll enhance, cant’s and wont’s.
So turn yes, into the thing, in between, you saying no.
Respect, you’ll receive, with greed, and no need.
To have, it’s to grab, and it’s all, in your reach.
For the top, never stop, if you drop, learn to hop.
Back, on your feet, cause what it’s not, is defeat.
If you know, who you are, where you’re going, and your past.
Make it known, from the start, you won’t change, if you’re asked.
(Chorus repeat 2 times)
Trust in the beginning, is a gift from the willing.
But loss of trust is the feeling, after lies turn to stealing.
Knowing, theirs no healing, the suspicion grows to hate.
Just knowing, and dealing, with the beginning, a mistake.
