She Don't Live Here Anymore Lyrics
| Song | She Don't Live Here Anymore |
| Artist | Ms. Dynamite |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Judgement Days |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Daley, Santana | |
| She abandoned me | |
| She don't live here anymore | |
| Now the pain is gone | |
| I'm moving on | |
| I'm so glad to see | |
| She don't live here anymore | |
| And all I have is love | |
| To keep me strong | |
| The smell of coke and the, feel of rope | |
| She reminded me of what could of been | |
| She used to ease the rage by, taking a blade | |
| And pushing til' the blood soaked her skin | |
| And any means to, stop the dreams | |
| Memories playing over in her mind | |
| There was no escape, she was reliving rape | |
| And lost and hurt and all kinds... | |
| Growing as a young girl, in a home of much abuse | |
| Growing as a young child, where pain replaced the truth | |
| Growing as a young girl, where love was known as hurt | |
| Growing as a young child, she was made to feel she had no worth [Repeat Chorus] | |
| Cancer ate the hair from mama's head, 4 infants dead | |
| Never could she see past the misery | |
| All alone in the broken home | |
| Grief overwhelming their history | |
| And means to, stop the dreams | |
| They hurt so loud | |
| They couldn't hear her cries | |
| No escape filled with so much hate she screamed to god almost every night | |
| Growing as a young girl, in a home of much abuse | |
| Growing as a young child, where pain replaced the truth | |
| Growing as a young girl, where love was known as hurt | |
| Growing as a young child, she was made to feel she had no worth [Repeat Chorus] [Chink Santana's Verse:] | |
| Mama forgive us for lying | |
| Just trying to make it through the struggle | |
| Forgive us for dying | |
| We never meant to cause trouble | |
| And I know it was hard | |
| When every time you'd give your heart | |
| It gets battered and scared | |
| Now you mad at the lord | |
| Daddy show us the way | |
| I know it gotta be another | |
| Convinces for something | |
| Replace the tricking and cussing | |
| With some kissing and hugging | |
| Erase the visions when you sasso | |
| Are you hitting his mother | |
| How the f**k could you love her | |
| And its all that you taught us | |
| I had to break a nigga, face a nigga | |
| If you f**k with my daughter | |
| Heaven and hell | |
| I swim and balling an ocean to water | |
| I wouldn't rest 'till | |
| I called him | |
| But then, | |
| I looked in the mirror | |
| And his face got clear enough | |
| How could we love him when we causing him pain | |
| Shorty remind me of my momma | |
| Saying daddy you've changed | |
| Don't want my daughters thinking | |
| Crazy with range | |
| Niggas was cool cause the way they was raised | |
| So I'm turning the page | |
| And I'm sorry for the pain my black queen | |
| We had the truth rearranged my black queen | |
| And you so precious girl | |
| The lord will guide you | |
| Once you recognize the diamond inside you | |
| Shorty you can move on [Repeat Chorus] |
| zuo qu : Daley, Santana | |
| She abandoned me | |
| She don' t live here anymore | |
| Now the pain is gone | |
| I' m moving on | |
| I' m so glad to see | |
| She don' t live here anymore | |
| And all I have is love | |
| To keep me strong | |
| The smell of coke and the, feel of rope | |
| She reminded me of what could of been | |
| She used to ease the rage by, taking a blade | |
| And pushing til' the blood soaked her skin | |
| And any means to, stop the dreams | |
| Memories playing over in her mind | |
| There was no escape, she was reliving rape | |
| And lost and hurt and all kinds... | |
| Growing as a young girl, in a home of much abuse | |
| Growing as a young child, where pain replaced the truth | |
| Growing as a young girl, where love was known as hurt | |
| Growing as a young child, she was made to feel she had no worth Repeat Chorus | |
| Cancer ate the hair from mama' s head, 4 infants dead | |
| Never could she see past the misery | |
| All alone in the broken home | |
| Grief overwhelming their history | |
| And means to, stop the dreams | |
| They hurt so loud | |
| They couldn' t hear her cries | |
| No escape filled with so much hate she screamed to god almost every night | |
| Growing as a young girl, in a home of much abuse | |
| Growing as a young child, where pain replaced the truth | |
| Growing as a young girl, where love was known as hurt | |
| Growing as a young child, she was made to feel she had no worth Repeat Chorus Chink Santana' s Verse: | |
| Mama forgive us for lying | |
| Just trying to make it through the struggle | |
| Forgive us for dying | |
| We never meant to cause trouble | |
| And I know it was hard | |
| When every time you' d give your heart | |
| It gets battered and scared | |
| Now you mad at the lord | |
| Daddy show us the way | |
| I know it gotta be another | |
| Convinces for something | |
| Replace the tricking and cussing | |
| With some kissing and hugging | |
| Erase the visions when you sasso | |
| Are you hitting his mother | |
| How the f k could you love her | |
| And its all that you taught us | |
| I had to break a nigga, face a nigga | |
| If you f k with my daughter | |
| Heaven and hell | |
| I swim and balling an ocean to water | |
| I wouldn' t rest ' till | |
| I called him | |
| But then, | |
| I looked in the mirror | |
| And his face got clear enough | |
| How could we love him when we causing him pain | |
| Shorty remind me of my momma | |
| Saying daddy you' ve changed | |
| Don' t want my daughters thinking | |
| Crazy with range | |
| Niggas was cool cause the way they was raised | |
| So I' m turning the page | |
| And I' m sorry for the pain my black queen | |
| We had the truth rearranged my black queen | |
| And you so precious girl | |
| The lord will guide you | |
| Once you recognize the diamond inside you | |
| Shorty you can move on Repeat Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Daley, Santana | |
| She abandoned me | |
| She don' t live here anymore | |
| Now the pain is gone | |
| I' m moving on | |
| I' m so glad to see | |
| She don' t live here anymore | |
| And all I have is love | |
| To keep me strong | |
| The smell of coke and the, feel of rope | |
| She reminded me of what could of been | |
| She used to ease the rage by, taking a blade | |
| And pushing til' the blood soaked her skin | |
| And any means to, stop the dreams | |
| Memories playing over in her mind | |
| There was no escape, she was reliving rape | |
| And lost and hurt and all kinds... | |
| Growing as a young girl, in a home of much abuse | |
| Growing as a young child, where pain replaced the truth | |
| Growing as a young girl, where love was known as hurt | |
| Growing as a young child, she was made to feel she had no worth Repeat Chorus | |
| Cancer ate the hair from mama' s head, 4 infants dead | |
| Never could she see past the misery | |
| All alone in the broken home | |
| Grief overwhelming their history | |
| And means to, stop the dreams | |
| They hurt so loud | |
| They couldn' t hear her cries | |
| No escape filled with so much hate she screamed to god almost every night | |
| Growing as a young girl, in a home of much abuse | |
| Growing as a young child, where pain replaced the truth | |
| Growing as a young girl, where love was known as hurt | |
| Growing as a young child, she was made to feel she had no worth Repeat Chorus Chink Santana' s Verse: | |
| Mama forgive us for lying | |
| Just trying to make it through the struggle | |
| Forgive us for dying | |
| We never meant to cause trouble | |
| And I know it was hard | |
| When every time you' d give your heart | |
| It gets battered and scared | |
| Now you mad at the lord | |
| Daddy show us the way | |
| I know it gotta be another | |
| Convinces for something | |
| Replace the tricking and cussing | |
| With some kissing and hugging | |
| Erase the visions when you sasso | |
| Are you hitting his mother | |
| How the f k could you love her | |
| And its all that you taught us | |
| I had to break a nigga, face a nigga | |
| If you f k with my daughter | |
| Heaven and hell | |
| I swim and balling an ocean to water | |
| I wouldn' t rest ' till | |
| I called him | |
| But then, | |
| I looked in the mirror | |
| And his face got clear enough | |
| How could we love him when we causing him pain | |
| Shorty remind me of my momma | |
| Saying daddy you' ve changed | |
| Don' t want my daughters thinking | |
| Crazy with range | |
| Niggas was cool cause the way they was raised | |
| So I' m turning the page | |
| And I' m sorry for the pain my black queen | |
| We had the truth rearranged my black queen | |
| And you so precious girl | |
| The lord will guide you | |
| Once you recognize the diamond inside you | |
| Shorty you can move on Repeat Chorus |
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