Song | memorial |
Artist | MIKE |
Album | tears of joy |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
作曲 : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
[Intro] | |
Ayy | |
Uh, uh | |
[Verse] | |
I couldn't write about much 'cause it hurt mind | |
Why does trying seem to bug me at the worst times? | |
Ever since my mom was flying out of touch now | |
Why you always see me high, it's hard to come down | |
What's the run down? | |
For my lost ones, we pour some out | |
Some had bossed up and got gunned down | |
Throw away the shame, I could dump out | |
Through the range where you get to see the sun smile | |
You gotta love loud | |
See how we grew up, it was dumb foul | |
Running got my shoes cuffed and my lungs wide | |
Say my noggin too tough, but you was proud | |
I got a lot to lose, trust ain't enough | |
While the obstacles coming, had to duck doubt | |
You got a lot to prove, I'm not in tune | |
Living life chopped and screwed, not to **** 'round | |
Not one pound trouble, but I got the truth | |
Copped another crown, uh | |
[Outro] | |
Somebody is still at night | |
Cool your beef, man | |
Pick up the boxes in the corner | |
Yo, Bob Marley special there | |
Yo, so the songs are somebody outlook | |
Oh, come, come, man, come here, man | |
Come man, look at all this, young man, yeah |
zuo ci : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
zuo qu : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
Intro | |
Ayy | |
Uh, uh | |
Verse | |
I couldn' t write about much ' cause it hurt mind | |
Why does trying seem to bug me at the worst times? | |
Ever since my mom was flying out of touch now | |
Why you always see me high, it' s hard to come down | |
What' s the run down? | |
For my lost ones, we pour some out | |
Some had bossed up and got gunned down | |
Throw away the shame, I could dump out | |
Through the range where you get to see the sun smile | |
You gotta love loud | |
See how we grew up, it was dumb foul | |
Running got my shoes cuffed and my lungs wide | |
Say my noggin too tough, but you was proud | |
I got a lot to lose, trust ain' t enough | |
While the obstacles coming, had to duck doubt | |
You got a lot to prove, I' m not in tune | |
Living life chopped and screwed, not to ' round | |
Not one pound trouble, but I got the truth | |
Copped another crown, uh | |
Outro | |
Somebody is still at night | |
Cool your beef, man | |
Pick up the boxes in the corner | |
Yo, Bob Marley special there | |
Yo, so the songs are somebody outlook | |
Oh, come, come, man, come here, man | |
Come man, look at all this, young man, yeah |
zuò cí : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
zuò qǔ : Michael Jordan Bonema | |
Intro | |
Ayy | |
Uh, uh | |
Verse | |
I couldn' t write about much ' cause it hurt mind | |
Why does trying seem to bug me at the worst times? | |
Ever since my mom was flying out of touch now | |
Why you always see me high, it' s hard to come down | |
What' s the run down? | |
For my lost ones, we pour some out | |
Some had bossed up and got gunned down | |
Throw away the shame, I could dump out | |
Through the range where you get to see the sun smile | |
You gotta love loud | |
See how we grew up, it was dumb foul | |
Running got my shoes cuffed and my lungs wide | |
Say my noggin too tough, but you was proud | |
I got a lot to lose, trust ain' t enough | |
While the obstacles coming, had to duck doubt | |
You got a lot to prove, I' m not in tune | |
Living life chopped and screwed, not to ' round | |
Not one pound trouble, but I got the truth | |
Copped another crown, uh | |
Outro | |
Somebody is still at night | |
Cool your beef, man | |
Pick up the boxes in the corner | |
Yo, Bob Marley special there | |
Yo, so the songs are somebody outlook | |
Oh, come, come, man, come here, man | |
Come man, look at all this, young man, yeah |