CHAMPION SOUND

Jordan Ward

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    Everything of late has a touch of ceremonious
    'Cause what we built ain't picture perfect, but shit, it's close enough
    Remember pushin' that even back then, when our shit start knocking wind
    I swear to Bob, it wouldn't be blowin' us
    Two steps ahead of me, getting too ahead of myself
    So much to the point that I mighta started slowing up
    Nigga still losin' jobs
    4x'd the tenure and still figuring out how to survive
    I fucked the money up, lacked self-control so many times
    We coulda been financially free when I was twenty-five

    Damn, look how the time go
    Still on survival

    What can ya bring home to Mom?
    Does it come to your door?
    He could play, he could ball
    But what did he hang on the wall?
    What can ya hang on the wall?
    What can ya hang in the wall?
    Yeah, when it's all said

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    You're a champion
    A champion
    Momma, you're a champion
    A warrior
    Momma, you're a champion
    Momma, you're a warrior
    Told her she's a champion already

    While I was all out on them stages, my name ringing bells
    She was goin' through them stages, I'm just glad you rang the bell
    Though I couldn't blame her, I was sad she kept it to herself
    All that time I coulda helped
    She could say same though, never told her I was in that cell
    Banned outta Europe for a zip on the plane going to Norway
    She had pennies for my thoughts, but I'd rather learn the hard way
    My first year makin' money, now I gotta pay them lawyers
    Three nights thinking how the fuck I play with this thing if ours?
    Lido said they won't give a fuck if I'm a singing star
    'Cause this some immigration shit, police didn't even bring the charges
    Thinking it's time to make shit shake whenever I reach the states
    Building our future if I ever feel I need escape
    Locked in the stu' making sure I don't throw these keys away
    Grateful I could see the day
    And time is of the essence, so fuck it, gotta just do it fearful

    Used to bring the pocket knife to walk to Quiktrip through the school year
    Reminisce with— 'bout the dumb shit we'd be doing years for
    But still we not in the clear, boy
    Lil' cousin pickin' up bad habits, shit me bring me to tears, boy
    Thinking how far should a champion go
    Before I bring home the troph?
    Reflect the light and decompress in the glow
    With all the rest of my folk
    I'm two weeks sober just to test it, I'ma a vessel at most
    Gettin' shit off my chest, but please don't put a S on that ho

    What can ya bring home to Mom?
    Does it come to your door?
    He could play, he could ball
    But what did he hang on the wall?
    What can ya hang on the wall?
    What can ya hang in the wall?
    Yeah, when it's all said

    You're a champion
    Momma, you're a champion
    A champion
    Momma, you're a champion
    A warrior
    Momma, you're a champion
    Momma, you're a warrior
    Told her she's a champion already

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    Composición: Zachary Caleb Ezickson, Lido, Jordan Ward y Luke Titus Sangerman

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