The Zavilla's — Hallo Arsen

I came up with a coin and a plan, late bus,
Home backpack in hand.
Mama on the phone like, "Boy,
Stand tall," I learned real quick, can't wait for a call.
I write my name on the corner of doubt,
Then I kick that door with the truth all out.
Cold floor, new shoes, worn tracks ain't green,
If they count me out, I count back in.
Why not?
I'm too far gone to fold.
Why not?
I got that hard to go.
Pocket full of proof, I don't need a co-sign.
Pocket full of proof, I've been mine the whole time.
Say my name, say it loud, I'm the one you can't move.
Pocket full of proof.
Pocket full of proof.
Rough days tried to make me play small, bills on the table,
Still I stand tall.
Told no too many times to still fear next,
Now my scars spell out what I do best.
Hand me down dreams, I wore 'em like gold,
Made heat out the cold, made a lane out the road.
If the room goes quiet, I bring that spark, one shot,
One shot, then I leave my mark.
Why not?
I'm too far gone to fold.
Why not?
I got that hard to go.
Алло, Арсен?
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Proof, I don't need a co-sign.
Pocket full of proof, I've been mine the whole time.
Say my name, say it loud, I'm the one you can't move.
Pocket full of proof.
Pocket full of proof.
They want a reason, here it is, hands stay dirty,
Minds stay lit.
No crown given, I wore my own, built this fire bone by bone.
Pocket full of proof, I don't need a co-sign.
Pocket full of proof, I've been mine the whole time.
Say my name, say it loud, I'm the one you can't move.
Pocket full of proof.
Pocket full of proof.