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Trustin' You
Words & Music by Katie Freeman & Chris Chappell
©2012 Must Hatch Music

All my life I've been so willin' 
To give my heart too easily

Uh
I'm rapping with a different nuance
A few bars
Will have the biggest rapper
Look like Duval
Now Luke's tall
Ain't lookin up to no one
Unless you

with p t s d  

"cre you sure?" 

I will never forget how the valve of my heart rang so loudly after hearing your words 
I murmured in disbelief as my

Waconzy
I sayyyyy
Waco
See

Mother and my father not together
But I was brought up by my poor single mother
Sweet like a guava eh
You are my sweet

your soul (yeah)
Because peace of mind is a bag of gold
Reputation is all that you have
So live good 'cause it all will come back
Still, times are

the boom bap drums play, let the records spin
Real hip-hop lives on, it will never end
Ayy coz you know part three coming to end the song and it's gonna go

It's like I'm running Hell yeah
Oh well
Got demons sitting both shoulders 
Living in a cell
I been running Hell 
No one else in here is well
Yet

can't believe that I believed you
Cuz my spirit told me to leave you
You started to act like a criminal
Telling me things that weren't livable
Showing me

like traffic control/
Leave you exposed more than dancing on poles/
I represent the last row where the blunt smoke illuminated by the exit/
Everything is

you
If she wasn't royal then I wouldn't spoil (woo)

Writing this song with no pen on me
Keeping it calm through the storm like a Kennedy
Came from

say so 
It’s Kapeesh
You not mobsters
Nominate you for Oscars
I don’t bend my back like I was working on my posture
No diced tomato’s in my shrimp

to quit
Granny want me at that pulpit
My lady hit me with that bullshit
This life’ll hit you with a full clip
Love to try to treat you like the new kid
Some

in the ocean of doubt don't think you can save me
My anxiety is up, see what I do when am stress
I take my phone, write down lyrics like news created

where you will find intelligent gallants
No matter what's happening
I just keep my mind right and soul straight
Pains and heartaches
Story of an artist
I

three(bah)
Saved by the blood
And ain't it from me
You know what I mean

Its that wicked wicked
Sorcery
These niggas never heard of me
I'm in da cut like

They corrupted by the lies, and it's riddled in truth
The curriculum outdated you illiterate spoofs
We need the education system more lit and improved

that were written by a child
I've listened to it every once in a while (Yeah)
Just so I can stay in tune like fixing a radio dial
I do my best so I can

I'm sure that you will play
And pump it loud out your stereo
I ain't A Tribe Called Quest but still ask
"What's the scenario?"

Reluctant strain, it's

to paint a picture but you just can't hold the division, the coldest intention
Marked by the beast that's constantly on my back, my senses urge in a flesh

to be like everyone else
Will we find who we are waiting to be saved by the bell
I care too much, when most care too little
I'm scared not to care, yeah

today

But who is this Santa Evita?
Why all this howling, hysterical sorrow?
What kind of goddess has lived among us?
How will we ever get by without

was our design
Like a child that learned from the father's mind
To use that knowledge to be next in line
The Roman Empire of Constantine
Say no prayers

When you take a shot at shrinking him
My will's always mine
Got them tangled like Ms. Pinkett-Smith

We can catch a vibe
With the violence