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01. Nat King Cole
02. Truth Without Love
03. You Don’t Know My Name
04. Wasted Energy
05. Karma
06. New Day
07. Unthinkable
08. So Done
09. Show Me Love
10. Diary
11. The Gospel
12. Plentiful
13. Skydive
14. Skydive (unlocked)
15. It Is Insane
16. It Is Insane (unlocked)
17. Only You
18. Only You (unlocked)
19. A Woman’s Worth
20. Unbreakable
21. Empire State of Mind
22. Try Sleeping With a Broken Heart
23. Girl on Fire
24. Superwoman
25. Fallin’
26. In Common
27. Underdog
28. No One
29. Like You’ll Never See Me Again
30. If I Ain’t Got You
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

She was walking in the street
Looked up and noticed
He was nameless
He was homeless
She asked him his name
And told him what hers was
He gave her a story 'bout life

With a glint in his eye
And a corner of a smile
One conversation, a simple moment
The things that change us, if we notice
When we look up, sometimes

They said I would never make it
But I was built to break the mold
The only dream that I've been chasing is my own

So I sing a song for the hustlers
Trading at the bus stop
Single mothers
Waiting on a check to come
Young teachers
Student doctors
Sons on the front line
Knowing they don't get to run

This goes out to the Underdog
Keep on keeping at what you love
You'll find that someday soon enough
You will rise up, rise up, yeah

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

She's riding in a taxi
Back to the kitchen
Talking to the driver
'Bout his wife and his children
On the run from a country
Where they put you in prison
For being a woman
And speaking your mind

And she looked in his eyes
In the mirror and he smiled
One conversation, a single moment
The things that change us if we notice
When we look up sometimes

They said I would never make it
But I was built to break the mold
The only dream that I've been chasing is my own

So I sing a song for the hustlers
Trading at the bus stop
Single mothers
Waiting on a check to come
Young teachers
Student doctors
Sons on the front line
Knowing they don't get to run

This goes out to the Underdog
Keep on keeping at what you love
You'll find that someday soon enough
You will rise up, rise up, yeah

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh

Everybody rise up
You gonna rise up, ayy

I sing a song for the hustlers
Trading at the bus stop
Single mothers
Waiting on a check to come
Young teachers
Student doctors
Sons on the front line (yeah)
Knowing they don't get to run

This goes out to the Underdog
Keep on keeping at what you love
You'll find that someday soon enough
You will rise up, rise up, yeah

Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh