Текст песни «Fonzworth Bentley - Believe It»

I am six one three ..
Back in summer school they called me shrink
Violin was the instrument they want me to
Miss ..i need a main stream ..
I practice all night
I practice all day
My little brother .. mama saying
Please stop him playing that thing
She replied we must suffer one day he will be great
It was 6th gradeit didn't mean a thing
And by the time I made it to the 8th grade

I did it again

Culturally it was outcast
And the whole feel .. the entertainment
.. didn't matter to my parents
You will get your degree
..


If you held your head up high
And just believe

Don't know some times the load is hard to pay
If you believe you will see