Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death | |
I will fear no evil, for you are with me | |
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me | |
I honestly grow insecure as I get older | |
Cuz' even when you hot there comes a day when you get colder | |
Comes a day when you slower, time is taking its toll | |
45 on the back of the jersey upon your soul | |
I'm scared of letting go, I don't know what the future holds | |
My nightmares are having nightmares | |
I'm quite scared of what's right and fair | |
How I fear an eternity | |
Will I hear well done when he turn to me? | |
Will I hear you care too much about | |
All this stuff that really don't matter? | |
You chase the wind and you don't want it | |
Got to the top of a 2 foot ladder | |
What's after I can capture all this mess my heart was after? | |
Will I end up empty-handed when I stand before my master? | |
Did I master the mathematics of a passive disaster? | |
Add in my selfish ambition | |
All the while, subtracting what matters | |
I don't know | |
[Hook:] | |
At late nights, I can't sleep | |
Will I fall? Will I peep? | |
Through the curtains, all I see, fingers pointed at me | |
And they watching, and they watching | |
And I'm wondering what they thinking,thinking bout' | |
At late nights, I can't sleep | |
Counting cash, counting sheep | |
Through the curtains, all I see fingers pointed right at me | |
And I'm watching, and I'm watching | |
And I'm wondering what they thinking, thinking bout'it all | |
In high school, we tried to act all tough | |
I remember a couple times, I couldn't back that up | |
Like when I ran from them vatos, scuffing up my sapatos | |
Scared of losing my high, I was so embarrased inside | |
If I could go back in time, I would stand and say something like | |
I ain't never scared, never scared, never scared | |
I'm lying, I'm scared of these thoughts in my head | |
I'm scared of possibly pushing people right over the ledge | |
When I say I pledge allegiance to the struggle | |
Then, I turn around and buckle | |
Under stress and under pressure | |
Bible on my dresser that can teach my pain a lesson | |
But I rather not address it | |
Address that's in depression | |
I'm scared if I confess it | |
That you gon' look at me like I'm something less | |
And I'm such a mess | |
[Woman:] | |
C'est lui qui a peur d'admettre ses craintes | |
Et c'est lui qui ne pourra pas les surmonter | |
On trouve la liberté dans la confession | |
Et la liberté dans la reconnaissance | |
And it just so happen, I'm wrestling with my status | |
I'm trying to see me like He do, not focusing on this madness | |
They count on me, count me out on a count of they fear and doubts | |
Keep account of my wrongs, trying to keep me inside they house | |
Some just keep me around, I wonder what that's about | |
Yeah! They wanna be politically correct, I suppose | |
But,I'm comfortable in my skin | |
While they just pretending they clothes | |
I'm scared of falling and failing | |
In front of all of my foes | |
And I feel some friends are unfaithful | |
So, I keep my small circle closed | |
I don't want no handouts or favors, no functional saviors | |
I'ma tell that truth till it kill me | |
I'm chilling with my Creator | |
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus to all of my haters | |
For the ones that think I forgot him | |
And the ones who won't let me say | |
I ain't scared no mo' | |
[Hook] | |
[Natalie Lauren:] | |
Everybody always | |
They gon have something to say rather you like it or not | |
Everybody always | |
They gon' have something to say | |
Baby, don't take it to heart | |
[Woman:] | |
恐怖を受け入れることができないものは、 | |
それに打ち勝つことができないだろう。 | |
全てのものを受け入れたとき、 | |
自由は存在し、恐怖は解き放たれる。 |
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death | |
I will fear no evil, for you are with me | |
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me | |
I honestly grow insecure as I get older | |
Cuz' even when you hot there comes a day when you get colder | |
Comes a day when you slower, time is taking its toll | |
45 on the back of the jersey upon your soul | |
I' m scared of letting go, I don' t know what the future holds | |
My nightmares are having nightmares | |
I' m quite scared of what' s right and fair | |
How I fear an eternity | |
Will I hear well done when he turn to me? | |
Will I hear you care too much about | |
All this stuff that really don' t matter? | |
You chase the wind and you don' t want it | |
Got to the top of a 2 foot ladder | |
What' s after I can capture all this mess my heart was after? | |
Will I end up emptyhanded when I stand before my master? | |
Did I master the mathematics of a passive disaster? | |
Add in my selfish ambition | |
All the while, subtracting what matters | |
I don' t know | |
Hook: | |
At late nights, I can' t sleep | |
Will I fall? Will I peep? | |
Through the curtains, all I see, fingers pointed at me | |
And they watching, and they watching | |
And I' m wondering what they thinking, thinking bout' | |
At late nights, I can' t sleep | |
Counting cash, counting sheep | |
Through the curtains, all I see fingers pointed right at me | |
And I' m watching, and I' m watching | |
And I' m wondering what they thinking, thinking bout' it all | |
In high school, we tried to act all tough | |
I remember a couple times, I couldn' t back that up | |
Like when I ran from them vatos, scuffing up my sapatos | |
Scared of losing my high, I was so embarrased inside | |
If I could go back in time, I would stand and say something like | |
I ain' t never scared, never scared, never scared | |
I' m lying, I' m scared of these thoughts in my head | |
I' m scared of possibly pushing people right over the ledge | |
When I say I pledge allegiance to the struggle | |
Then, I turn around and buckle | |
Under stress and under pressure | |
Bible on my dresser that can teach my pain a lesson | |
But I rather not address it | |
Address that' s in depression | |
I' m scared if I confess it | |
That you gon' look at me like I' m something less | |
And I' m such a mess | |
Woman: | |
C' est lui qui a peur d' admettre ses craintes | |
Et c' est lui qui ne pourra pas les surmonter | |
On trouve la liberte dans la confession | |
Et la liberte dans la reconnaissance | |
And it just so happen, I' m wrestling with my status | |
I' m trying to see me like He do, not focusing on this madness | |
They count on me, count me out on a count of they fear and doubts | |
Keep account of my wrongs, trying to keep me inside they house | |
Some just keep me around, I wonder what that' s about | |
Yeah! They wanna be politically correct, I suppose | |
But, I' m comfortable in my skin | |
While they just pretending they clothes | |
I' m scared of falling and failing | |
In front of all of my foes | |
And I feel some friends are unfaithful | |
So, I keep my small circle closed | |
I don' t want no handouts or favors, no functional saviors | |
I' ma tell that truth till it kill me | |
I' m chilling with my Creator | |
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus to all of my haters | |
For the ones that think I forgot him | |
And the ones who won' t let me say | |
I ain' t scared no mo' | |
Hook | |
Natalie Lauren: | |
Everybody always | |
They gon have something to say rather you like it or not | |
Everybody always | |
They gon' have something to say | |
Baby, don' t take it to heart | |
Woman: | |
kong bu shou ru | |
da sheng. | |
quan shou ru | |
zi you cun zai kong bu jie fang. |
Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death | |
I will fear no evil, for you are with me | |
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me | |
I honestly grow insecure as I get older | |
Cuz' even when you hot there comes a day when you get colder | |
Comes a day when you slower, time is taking its toll | |
45 on the back of the jersey upon your soul | |
I' m scared of letting go, I don' t know what the future holds | |
My nightmares are having nightmares | |
I' m quite scared of what' s right and fair | |
How I fear an eternity | |
Will I hear well done when he turn to me? | |
Will I hear you care too much about | |
All this stuff that really don' t matter? | |
You chase the wind and you don' t want it | |
Got to the top of a 2 foot ladder | |
What' s after I can capture all this mess my heart was after? | |
Will I end up emptyhanded when I stand before my master? | |
Did I master the mathematics of a passive disaster? | |
Add in my selfish ambition | |
All the while, subtracting what matters | |
I don' t know | |
Hook: | |
At late nights, I can' t sleep | |
Will I fall? Will I peep? | |
Through the curtains, all I see, fingers pointed at me | |
And they watching, and they watching | |
And I' m wondering what they thinking, thinking bout' | |
At late nights, I can' t sleep | |
Counting cash, counting sheep | |
Through the curtains, all I see fingers pointed right at me | |
And I' m watching, and I' m watching | |
And I' m wondering what they thinking, thinking bout' it all | |
In high school, we tried to act all tough | |
I remember a couple times, I couldn' t back that up | |
Like when I ran from them vatos, scuffing up my sapatos | |
Scared of losing my high, I was so embarrased inside | |
If I could go back in time, I would stand and say something like | |
I ain' t never scared, never scared, never scared | |
I' m lying, I' m scared of these thoughts in my head | |
I' m scared of possibly pushing people right over the ledge | |
When I say I pledge allegiance to the struggle | |
Then, I turn around and buckle | |
Under stress and under pressure | |
Bible on my dresser that can teach my pain a lesson | |
But I rather not address it | |
Address that' s in depression | |
I' m scared if I confess it | |
That you gon' look at me like I' m something less | |
And I' m such a mess | |
Woman: | |
C' est lui qui a peur d' admettre ses craintes | |
Et c' est lui qui ne pourra pas les surmonter | |
On trouve la liberté dans la confession | |
Et la liberté dans la reconnaissance | |
And it just so happen, I' m wrestling with my status | |
I' m trying to see me like He do, not focusing on this madness | |
They count on me, count me out on a count of they fear and doubts | |
Keep account of my wrongs, trying to keep me inside they house | |
Some just keep me around, I wonder what that' s about | |
Yeah! They wanna be politically correct, I suppose | |
But, I' m comfortable in my skin | |
While they just pretending they clothes | |
I' m scared of falling and failing | |
In front of all of my foes | |
And I feel some friends are unfaithful | |
So, I keep my small circle closed | |
I don' t want no handouts or favors, no functional saviors | |
I' ma tell that truth till it kill me | |
I' m chilling with my Creator | |
Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus, Jesus to all of my haters | |
For the ones that think I forgot him | |
And the ones who won' t let me say | |
I ain' t scared no mo' | |
Hook | |
Natalie Lauren: | |
Everybody always | |
They gon have something to say rather you like it or not | |
Everybody always | |
They gon' have something to say | |
Baby, don' t take it to heart | |
Woman: | |
kǒng bù shòu rù | |
dǎ shèng. | |
quán shòu rù | |
zì yóu cún zài kǒng bù jiě fàng. |