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Waiting for your piece of the pie
To drop out of the sky(you gotta go get it)
Hesitating for somebody else to run
And pass you by(but you'll never get your sclice)
There ain't no excuse for loosing your feet
Drowning in your defeat on this road of life
There ain't no excuse for coming up short
The ball is in your court
So reach up and touch the sky
Chorus
Are you doing you thing
And doing it well? Are they looking at ya, hating
Saying, ohhhh? Are you doing your thing
And doing it good? Do your thing (thing)
Do your thing (thing)
Do you thing
Keeping yourself from taking on
Your perfect dream(you gotta free your mind)
And being something, somewhere
That you read in a magazine(but you never let you shine)
There ain't no excuse for loosing your feet
Drowning in your defeat on this road of life
There ain't no excuse for coming up short
The ball is in your court
So reach up and touch the sky
Chorus x2
Are you thing well? Are you letting your dreams come alive? Are you doing your thing good? Believe can nobody do it better than you
Believe can nobody do it better than you
Gotta run, gotta break, gotta go
Gotta take, everything, thint I give evertything for
Gotta hump, gotta bump
Never sit, on a stump, never quit
For this swell of the love, ahh...
If you really want to brag
Then you can't ever drag
Your feet to the beat of the
Sound of defeat
If you know you got heat, whoa
Never take your mind off the beat
So
There ain't no excuse for loosing your feet
Drowning in your defeat on this road of life
There ain't no excuse for coming up short
The ball is in your court
So reach up and touch the sky
Chorus x3
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