| Song | Glad U Called |
| Artist | Anthony Hamilton |
| Album | Southern Comfort |
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| 作曲 : Hamilton | |
| Well, well, yea-yea, | |
| Oooh, ahh (well, well) | |
| Ooooooh, ahhhhh, oooooh, | |
| I was sittin here thinkin about, | |
| How much it just aint workin out, | |
| I been workin on a 9-3, | |
| And its gettin the best of me, | |
| All people really talkin about, | |
| How much shit is goin down south, | |
| I was thinkin of startin a new life, | |
| But I got hungry mouths to feed, [Hook] | |
| Don't feel good to me (oh,no), | |
| I'm down, | |
| I'm tired, | |
| Debatin, And it don't feel good to me (oh,no) | |
| War, Famine, diseases. [Chorus] | |
| I'm glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I been sittin and contemplatin, | |
| Of takin this life away from me, | |
| I'm glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I'm so sick, sick and tired of, | |
| All that this world is offerin. | |
| I was thinkin | |
| I was so fucked up, | |
| How my old lady packed on up, | |
| And toook everrything, | |
| Left me in church beggin for the offering, | |
| Never thought | |
| I'd have to kiss so much ass, | |
| Survivin off of bread and molasses, | |
| I'm glad I had an angel and a dream, | |
| And I'm so tired of smokin weed. [Hook] | |
| Don't feel good to me, (oh,no no no) | |
| I'm tired, angry, and debatin, | |
| And it don't feel good to me (oh,no no) | |
| War, Famine, diseases [Chorus] | |
| I'm glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I'm waitin and debatin, | |
| Of takin this life away from me, | |
| I'm glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I'm so sick, sick and tired of, | |
| All that this world is offerin. | |
| I'm glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I'm so sick, sick and tired of, | |
| All that this world is offerin. | |
| I'm glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I'm so sick, sick and tired of, | |
| All that this world is offerin. | |
| I'm goin where through this real craft, | |
| Got a motherfucker feelin real bad, | |
| I looked twice at the gun on the dash, | |
| And started cryin, | |
| Got a motherfuckin among the riff raff, | |
| I swear I'm feelin real bad, | |
| I looked twice at the gun on the dash, | |
| And said "It ain't worth dyin!" | |
| Somebody out there hear me, | |
| If I can do it you can too, | |
| It's all up to you, you |
| zuo qu : Hamilton | |
| Well, well, yeayea, | |
| Oooh, ahh well, well | |
| Ooooooh, ahhhhh, oooooh, | |
| I was sittin here thinkin about, | |
| How much it just aint workin out, | |
| I been workin on a 93, | |
| And its gettin the best of me, | |
| All people really talkin about, | |
| How much shit is goin down south, | |
| I was thinkin of startin a new life, | |
| But I got hungry mouths to feed, Hook | |
| Don' t feel good to me oh, no, | |
| I' m down, | |
| I' m tired, | |
| Debatin, And it don' t feel good to me oh, no | |
| War, Famine, diseases. Chorus | |
| I' m glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I been sittin and contemplatin, | |
| Of takin this life away from me, | |
| I' m glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I' m so sick, sick and tired of, | |
| All that this world is offerin. | |
| I was thinkin | |
| I was so fucked up, | |
| How my old lady packed on up, | |
| And toook everrything, | |
| Left me in church beggin for the offering, | |
| Never thought | |
| I' d have to kiss so much ass, | |
| Survivin off of bread and molasses, | |
| I' m glad I had an angel and a dream, | |
| And I' m so tired of smokin weed. Hook | |
| Don' t feel good to me, oh, no no no | |
| I' m tired, angry, and debatin, | |
| And it don' t feel good to me oh, no no | |
| War, Famine, diseases Chorus | |
| I' m glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I' m waitin and debatin, | |
| Of takin this life away from me, | |
| I' m glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I' m so sick, sick and tired of, | |
| All that this world is offerin. | |
| I' m glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I' m so sick, sick and tired of, | |
| All that this world is offerin. | |
| I' m glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I' m so sick, sick and tired of, | |
| All that this world is offerin. | |
| I' m goin where through this real craft, | |
| Got a motherfucker feelin real bad, | |
| I looked twice at the gun on the dash, | |
| And started cryin, | |
| Got a motherfuckin among the riff raff, | |
| I swear I' m feelin real bad, | |
| I looked twice at the gun on the dash, | |
| And said " It ain' t worth dyin!" | |
| Somebody out there hear me, | |
| If I can do it you can too, | |
| It' s all up to you, you |
| zuò qǔ : Hamilton | |
| Well, well, yeayea, | |
| Oooh, ahh well, well | |
| Ooooooh, ahhhhh, oooooh, | |
| I was sittin here thinkin about, | |
| How much it just aint workin out, | |
| I been workin on a 93, | |
| And its gettin the best of me, | |
| All people really talkin about, | |
| How much shit is goin down south, | |
| I was thinkin of startin a new life, | |
| But I got hungry mouths to feed, Hook | |
| Don' t feel good to me oh, no, | |
| I' m down, | |
| I' m tired, | |
| Debatin, And it don' t feel good to me oh, no | |
| War, Famine, diseases. Chorus | |
| I' m glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I been sittin and contemplatin, | |
| Of takin this life away from me, | |
| I' m glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I' m so sick, sick and tired of, | |
| All that this world is offerin. | |
| I was thinkin | |
| I was so fucked up, | |
| How my old lady packed on up, | |
| And toook everrything, | |
| Left me in church beggin for the offering, | |
| Never thought | |
| I' d have to kiss so much ass, | |
| Survivin off of bread and molasses, | |
| I' m glad I had an angel and a dream, | |
| And I' m so tired of smokin weed. Hook | |
| Don' t feel good to me, oh, no no no | |
| I' m tired, angry, and debatin, | |
| And it don' t feel good to me oh, no no | |
| War, Famine, diseases Chorus | |
| I' m glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I' m waitin and debatin, | |
| Of takin this life away from me, | |
| I' m glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I' m so sick, sick and tired of, | |
| All that this world is offerin. | |
| I' m glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I' m so sick, sick and tired of, | |
| All that this world is offerin. | |
| I' m glad that you called when you called me, | |
| Cause you stopped me from doin' somethin awful, | |
| Cause I' m so sick, sick and tired of, | |
| All that this world is offerin. | |
| I' m goin where through this real craft, | |
| Got a motherfucker feelin real bad, | |
| I looked twice at the gun on the dash, | |
| And started cryin, | |
| Got a motherfuckin among the riff raff, | |
| I swear I' m feelin real bad, | |
| I looked twice at the gun on the dash, | |
| And said " It ain' t worth dyin!" | |
| Somebody out there hear me, | |
| If I can do it you can too, | |
| It' s all up to you, you |