Don't Give Up (feat. Sia, Busta Rhymes & Vic Mensa)

Oh Y'all ready to travel with us? (Don't give up) NASA (No, don't give up) Busta Bus, Sia The mind is a dangerous place You can clean it up if you fall from grace So don't give up No, don't give up The mind is a dangerous place You can clean it up if you fall from grace So don't give up No, don't give up Rush of blood to the head Walk through the fire rings of crimson and red I never fold 'til my body grows cold I close my eyes and I lose all control No need to look any further, if you seek, you will find The truth is you will ponder them deeper thoughts in your mind So undefeated, only thing left to conquer is time Y'all see me at the top of every mountain I climb And then I leave my mark like on every piece of paper I sign Like I'm writing a Bible, my every word is divine And never will give up, that's why we always stick with the grind And if I get better with time, I'll know I'm reaching my prime You want the front? (What?) Turn up and get buck, now with a blunt (what?) Roll up, do what you want and throw it up (what?) See the clique, they here the cut a yo wassup (what?) Yeah, we out tearing shit up And speaking to the universe, I wish the sound could travel faster Talking to galaxies, that's why I'm traveling with NASA With Sia riding shotgun, and she even brought her pastor In case you don't believe a word I said, then you can ask her... Oh (Don't give up) (No, don't give up) The mind is a dangerous place You can clean it up if you fall from grace So don't give up No, don't give up The mind is a dangerous place You can clean it up if you fall from grace So don't give up No, don't give up Rush of blood to the head Walk through the fire rings of crimson and red I never fold 'til my body grows cold I close my eyes and I lose all control I can't give up to the public slander, attacks in the media They try to bury me like Hoffa under the stadium I rose from ashes, dust to dust You know the scenario, Spiegel and Busta Bus Fuck with us, the flow is unfuckwithable All critics jump off the genitals please Laughing to the bank through the ridicule He has a problem like Apollo 13 A man on a mission Playing like a pro through the anti-depressants My mind is a weapon Yeah, I might get a couple screws loose Sam, slow the beat down like Screw Juice Quicker than the competition I saw the future when they lost the vision I give 'em hell, but I never give in The god fell from grace to be newly risen... (Don't give up) (No, don't give up) The mind is a dangerous place You can clean it up if you fall from grace So don't give up No, don't give up The mind is a dangerous place You can clean it up if you fall from grace So don't give up No, don't give up