Текст песни Raised Up - Nate Smith

It's stuck on me like mud
On the bottom of these boots
What I used to run from
Is what I run back to
When the voices in my head
Stop soundin' like my own
I drown 'em all out
And put on what I know

Turn up that Rolling Stones and Mama's 'Pressed
More like comin' more like when
Jesus says these roads ain't paved
Got it all when you ain't got much
That pity saves and pity earned
Love's a choice even when it hurts
Anytime I lose my way
I turned the way that I was raised up

Ain't it funny just how quick
You can lose your northern star?
You're caught up in the noise
And forget just who you are
When the truth sounds like a question
Rollin' off some lips like smoke
I play mine like the FM
Through the speakers of my soul

Turn up that Rolling Stones and Mama's 'Pressed
More like comin' more like when
Jesus says these roads ain't paved
Got it all when you ain't got much
That pity saves and pity earned
Love's a choice even when it hurts
Anytime I lose my way
I turned the way that I was raised up
Turn the way, turn the way, turn the way
I was raised up

It's stuck on me like mud
On the bottom of these boots
It's always in my blood
Forever in my roots

That I turn up that Rolling Stones and Mama's 'Pressed
More like comin' more like when
Jesus says these roads ain't paved
Got it all when you ain't got much
That pity saves and pity earned
Love's a choice even when it hurts
Anytime I lose my way
I turned the way that I was raised up
I turn it up
Way I was raised up

Stuck on me like mud
On the bottom of these boots
What I used to run from
Is what I run back to