Song | Book Of Life |
Artist | Common |
Album | thisisme then: the best of common |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Common | |
I got so much trouble on my mind | |
So i take time | |
Out my day | |
To pray and i say | |
Now i lay me down to sleep | |
Hopin' that i keep | |
My soul | |
Peep, i'm gettin' old | |
And it's a cold cold world | |
And i ain't even got a bomber | |
Livin' with my momma | |
It's the same routine | |
Keep my room clean | |
I'm lookin' to do some new things but ain't shit to do | |
I'm twenty-two - catch | |
In the prime of my life | |
I have no time for a wife | |
I funnel through the tunnel | |
Disgruntled, tryin' to find me some light | |
In the rim of darkness | |
Aiight you sing, i may not be the darkest | |
Brotha | |
But i was always told to act my age and not my color | |
Knowin' that my color was that of the original | |
So now i sing the new negro spiritual | |
It goes get up stand up...etc. | |
It's like how can you understand the pain | |
When you never had to stand under the rain | |
When it rains it pours, and it's about to come down hard | |
Thank god i found you | |
As i walk down the road of existence | |
I get resistance | |
From all angles | |
I tangle | |
For cash | |
Hopin' it'll last | |
'til the end of the week | |
But all i eat is fast food | |
And you know how junk food goes right through ya | |
So i return to the arab | |
And on the way back | |
I stop and the liquor store | |
Grab me a six pack | |
Knowin' that once i'm done with that i'll be back | |
To get some more | |
Once i get started i don't wanna stop | |
And i can't turn around | |
Brew - i can't turn it down | |
Ironically i turn it up | |
My liver i burn it up (fat line) | |
It's my life i live it up | |
The cup i gotta give it up | |
One day | |
I'm cruisin' down a one way street and i done passed fun day | |
Three blocks ago | |
It itself life is an obstacle | |
As i maneuver through the manure i try to be responsible | |
I want a job but i ain't lookin - how come | |
I ain't tryin' to degrade myself bein' nobody's calvin | |
But i'm a couch bum what makes it bad i had incentive | |
But i disintegrated | |
To a state that's stagnated | |
I procrastinated | |
I can't recall a day without bein' intoxicated | |
Or blowed | |
Ain't dealin' with a full deck and any day i could fold | |
What makes it bad, i wasn't dealt that bad a hand | |
And i had a plan | |
But things didn't go through | |
The way they were supposed to | |
Thank god i found you | |
It's like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder | |
How i keep from goin' under, i ponder | |
And try to keep my concentration | |
In this idiotic nation | |
They say become i doctor, but i don't have the patients/patience | |
Adjacent | |
To that situation | |
I want an occupation | |
That i'm into | |
'cause yet if i begin to | |
Live to my potential | |
I went to | |
School for fourteen years and my best teacher was experience | |
I reminisce and wish | |
I could go back in time to eighty-nine | |
When there was just sunshine | |
But now it's like i'm gettin' older to so much strain and stress | |
I don't think i'll ever be happpy until i rest | |
In peace | |
Of mind | |
And find | |
Who i am | |
But thank god i found you |
zuo ci : Common | |
I got so much trouble on my mind | |
So i take time | |
Out my day | |
To pray and i say | |
Now i lay me down to sleep | |
Hopin' that i keep | |
My soul | |
Peep, i' m gettin' old | |
And it' s a cold cold world | |
And i ain' t even got a bomber | |
Livin' with my momma | |
It' s the same routine | |
Keep my room clean | |
I' m lookin' to do some new things but ain' t shit to do | |
I' m twentytwo catch | |
In the prime of my life | |
I have no time for a wife | |
I funnel through the tunnel | |
Disgruntled, tryin' to find me some light | |
In the rim of darkness | |
Aiight you sing, i may not be the darkest | |
Brotha | |
But i was always told to act my age and not my color | |
Knowin' that my color was that of the original | |
So now i sing the new negro spiritual | |
It goes get up stand up... etc. | |
It' s like how can you understand the pain | |
When you never had to stand under the rain | |
When it rains it pours, and it' s about to come down hard | |
Thank god i found you | |
As i walk down the road of existence | |
I get resistance | |
From all angles | |
I tangle | |
For cash | |
Hopin' it' ll last | |
' til the end of the week | |
But all i eat is fast food | |
And you know how junk food goes right through ya | |
So i return to the arab | |
And on the way back | |
I stop and the liquor store | |
Grab me a six pack | |
Knowin' that once i' m done with that i' ll be back | |
To get some more | |
Once i get started i don' t wanna stop | |
And i can' t turn around | |
Brew i can' t turn it down | |
Ironically i turn it up | |
My liver i burn it up fat line | |
It' s my life i live it up | |
The cup i gotta give it up | |
One day | |
I' m cruisin' down a one way street and i done passed fun day | |
Three blocks ago | |
It itself life is an obstacle | |
As i maneuver through the manure i try to be responsible | |
I want a job but i ain' t lookin how come | |
I ain' t tryin' to degrade myself bein' nobody' s calvin | |
But i' m a couch bum what makes it bad i had incentive | |
But i disintegrated | |
To a state that' s stagnated | |
I procrastinated | |
I can' t recall a day without bein' intoxicated | |
Or blowed | |
Ain' t dealin' with a full deck and any day i could fold | |
What makes it bad, i wasn' t dealt that bad a hand | |
And i had a plan | |
But things didn' t go through | |
The way they were supposed to | |
Thank god i found you | |
It' s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder | |
How i keep from goin' under, i ponder | |
And try to keep my concentration | |
In this idiotic nation | |
They say become i doctor, but i don' t have the patients patience | |
Adjacent | |
To that situation | |
I want an occupation | |
That i' m into | |
' cause yet if i begin to | |
Live to my potential | |
I went to | |
School for fourteen years and my best teacher was experience | |
I reminisce and wish | |
I could go back in time to eightynine | |
When there was just sunshine | |
But now it' s like i' m gettin' older to so much strain and stress | |
I don' t think i' ll ever be happpy until i rest | |
In peace | |
Of mind | |
And find | |
Who i am | |
But thank god i found you |
zuò cí : Common | |
I got so much trouble on my mind | |
So i take time | |
Out my day | |
To pray and i say | |
Now i lay me down to sleep | |
Hopin' that i keep | |
My soul | |
Peep, i' m gettin' old | |
And it' s a cold cold world | |
And i ain' t even got a bomber | |
Livin' with my momma | |
It' s the same routine | |
Keep my room clean | |
I' m lookin' to do some new things but ain' t shit to do | |
I' m twentytwo catch | |
In the prime of my life | |
I have no time for a wife | |
I funnel through the tunnel | |
Disgruntled, tryin' to find me some light | |
In the rim of darkness | |
Aiight you sing, i may not be the darkest | |
Brotha | |
But i was always told to act my age and not my color | |
Knowin' that my color was that of the original | |
So now i sing the new negro spiritual | |
It goes get up stand up... etc. | |
It' s like how can you understand the pain | |
When you never had to stand under the rain | |
When it rains it pours, and it' s about to come down hard | |
Thank god i found you | |
As i walk down the road of existence | |
I get resistance | |
From all angles | |
I tangle | |
For cash | |
Hopin' it' ll last | |
' til the end of the week | |
But all i eat is fast food | |
And you know how junk food goes right through ya | |
So i return to the arab | |
And on the way back | |
I stop and the liquor store | |
Grab me a six pack | |
Knowin' that once i' m done with that i' ll be back | |
To get some more | |
Once i get started i don' t wanna stop | |
And i can' t turn around | |
Brew i can' t turn it down | |
Ironically i turn it up | |
My liver i burn it up fat line | |
It' s my life i live it up | |
The cup i gotta give it up | |
One day | |
I' m cruisin' down a one way street and i done passed fun day | |
Three blocks ago | |
It itself life is an obstacle | |
As i maneuver through the manure i try to be responsible | |
I want a job but i ain' t lookin how come | |
I ain' t tryin' to degrade myself bein' nobody' s calvin | |
But i' m a couch bum what makes it bad i had incentive | |
But i disintegrated | |
To a state that' s stagnated | |
I procrastinated | |
I can' t recall a day without bein' intoxicated | |
Or blowed | |
Ain' t dealin' with a full deck and any day i could fold | |
What makes it bad, i wasn' t dealt that bad a hand | |
And i had a plan | |
But things didn' t go through | |
The way they were supposed to | |
Thank god i found you | |
It' s like a jungle sometimes it makes me wonder | |
How i keep from goin' under, i ponder | |
And try to keep my concentration | |
In this idiotic nation | |
They say become i doctor, but i don' t have the patients patience | |
Adjacent | |
To that situation | |
I want an occupation | |
That i' m into | |
' cause yet if i begin to | |
Live to my potential | |
I went to | |
School for fourteen years and my best teacher was experience | |
I reminisce and wish | |
I could go back in time to eightynine | |
When there was just sunshine | |
But now it' s like i' m gettin' older to so much strain and stress | |
I don' t think i' ll ever be happpy until i rest | |
In peace | |
Of mind | |
And find | |
Who i am | |
But thank god i found you |