"Make It" lyrics
(from "Good Burger 2" soundtrack)
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it (make it)
Ah man, my dreams fell apart
I'm back at the start
I didn't make it too far - Yeah
Ah man, I got dealt some bad cards
Some diamonds could break hearts
When you're up you could fall hard - Yeah
Swear nobody know me
Who I really am
Other than my broski-
Got my best friend
Bottoms really lonely
Here we go again
Yeah yeah
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Call the homie up the second I make it (make it)
Shooting for the stars
Sometimes you might miss
I've taken plenty L's
But never like this
Almost lost myself
And almost lost friends
I might not know much but lately all I know
Is when times are tough don't be alone
Gotta have somewhere that you call home
Try to do it all myself, but I
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it (make it)
Head down headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it (make it)
Ah man, my dreams fell apart
I'm back at the start
I didn't make it too far - Yeah
Ah man, I got dealt some bad cards
Some diamonds could break hearts
When you're up you could fall hard - Yeah
Swear nobody know me
Who I really am
Other than my broski-
Got my best friend
Bottoms really lonely
Here we go again
Yeah yeah
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Call the homie up the second I make it (make it)
Shooting for the stars
Sometimes you might miss
I've taken plenty L's
But never like this
Almost lost myself
And almost lost friends
I might not know much but lately all I know
Is when times are tough don't be alone
Gotta have somewhere that you call home
Try to do it all myself, but I
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it
Tripped up, fell on my face
Head down headed back to LA
Put my feet back on the pavement
Called the homie up the second I make it (make it)
Writer(s): Oscar Linnander, Alex Vincent Niceforo, Jordan Lutes, Keith Sorrells, Warren Felder
