Текст (слова) песни: Field Mob - Crutch

[Chorus]
You are not alone `cause I`m going through this thing with you
You don`t have to cry no more
If we make it through this pain, promise I`m gon` keep it real with you
You don`t have to cry no more

[Boondox] I remember bein broke with no record deal
[Kalage] Broke with no job
[B] Too broke to smoke dope
[K] Man, times so hard
I wanna take my own life
[B] That`s what pain do to you
[K] But I`m too broke to even die
[B] I couldn`t afford a funeral
[K] I`m too broke to spend time
[B] Y`all don`t know how it feel
I could`ve been a metal welder
[K] `Cause I know how to steel (steal)
[B] Naw, I ain`t braggin, I`m just keepin it real
I was so broke my wet dream was `bout eatin a meal
[K] Man I been homeless
[B] You ever spent the night in the grass?
[K] With ants and mesquitos
[B] While they bitin ya ass
[K] My best friend got shot nine times for nothin
He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was cousins
[B] Even momma turned her back on me, wouldn`t look me in my face
I`m a disgrace to my folks...
[K] `Cause I ain`t graduate?
[B] I ain`t have nobody
[K] Man, I wish I was dead
[B] I was alone so I turned to God and he said

[Chorus]

[Boondox]
As far as I remember, I been in high school ever since elementary
Since the fifth I been twistin spliffs and hittin the weed
My eyes went through menestration every day in the summer
At age six, my piss could crank up a Hummer
Had a hooker mom, like Alfred she Hitchcock
Bumped dad, `cause when he visit it was like a pit stop
I lived knock hard, like Jay-Z, boy ya won
Things got harder, at age eighteen, I bought a gun
A three-eighty caliber, for street crazy scavengers
Tryna take my ??, I`ll turn your hat lavender
Sacks of herb in my pocket I smoke eventually
Supposed to be sellin `em, but it`s hard to give `em away
Livin the day for tomorrow, so on the down-low
I used beats and rhymes, why not, look at me now
From flippin dimes, playin get like me to get a dollar
To ridin on my own twenties in my Impala, I ain`t cryin

[Chorus]

[Kalage]
Well, I been hearin a lotta people say that blood`s thicker than water
Well answer this then, which would you swallow?
I said that to say, it don`t matter, friend or kin
Shawn ain`t my cousin but he here through thick and thin
[B] OK, I came up but all the faith folks came down
[K] The script flip flopped
[B] Now the game changed round
Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now
Now my smile ice cold, white gold like whooooooaaaa!

[Chorus 4x]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Field Mob - Crutch [Chorus] You are not alone `cause I`m going through this thing with you You don`t have to cry no more If we make it through this pain, promise I`m gon` keep it real with you You don`t have to cry no more [Boondox] I remember bein broke with no record deal [Kalage] Broke with no job [B] Too broke to smoke dope [K] Man, times so hard I wanna take my own life [B] That`s what pain do to you [K] But I`m too broke to even die [B] I couldn`t afford a funeral [K] I`m too broke to spend time [B] Y`all don`t know how it feel I could`ve been a metal welder [K] `Cause I know how to steel (steal) [B] Naw, I ain`t braggin, I`m just keepin it real I was so broke my wet dream was `bout eatin a meal [K] Man I been homeless [B] You ever spent the night in the grass? [K] With ants and mesquitos [B] While they bitin ya ass [K] My best friend got shot nine times for nothin He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was cousins [B] Even momma turned her back on me, wouldn`t look me in my face I`m a disgrace to my folks... [K] `Cause I ain`t graduate? [B] I ain`t have nobody [K] Man, I wish I was dead [B] I was alone so I turned to God and he said [Chorus] [Boondox] As far as I remember, I been in high school ever since elementary Since the fifth I been twistin spliffs and hittin the weed My eyes went through menestration every day in the summer At age six, my piss could crank up a Hummer Had a hooker mom, like Alfred she Hitchcock Bumped dad, `cause when he visit it was like a pit stop I lived knock hard, like Jay-Z, boy ya won Things got harder, at age eighteen, I bought a gun A three-eighty caliber, for street crazy scavengers Tryna take my ??, I`ll turn your hat lavender Sacks of herb in my pocket I smoke eventually Supposed to be sellin `em, but it`s hard to give `em away Livin the day for tomorrow, so on the down-low I used beats and rhymes, why not, look at me now From flippin dimes, playin get like me to get a dollar To ridin on my own twenties in my Impala, I ain`t cryin [Chorus] [Kalage] Well, I been hearin a lotta people say that blood`s thicker than water Well answer this then, which would you swallow? I said that to say, it don`t matter, friend or kin Shawn ain`t my cousin but he here through thick and thin [B] OK, I came up but all the faith folks came down [K] The script flip flopped [B] Now the game changed round Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now Now my smile ice cold, white gold like whooooooaaaa! [Chorus 4x] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни Crutch: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/105/1/10459.html Все тексты песен: Field Mob » Field Mob - Bitter Broads (Interlude) » Field Mob - Can`t Stop Us » Field Mob - Da` Durty » Field Mob - K.A.N. » Field Mob - Cheatin` On We » Field Mob - Sick of Being Lonely (Remix) » Field Mob - Shake Sumpthin` » Field Mob - Channel 613, Part 1 » Field Mob - Hey Shawty » Field Mob - Sick Of Being Lonely (Remix) » Field Mob - Shake Sumpthin` » Field Mob - Betty Rocker » Field Mob - Can`t Stop Us » Field Mob - Dead In Your Chevy » Field Mob - Dead in Your Chevy » Field Mob - Sick Of Being Lonely » Field Mob - Nothing 2 Lose » Field Mob - It`s Hell » Field Mob - Hey Shawty » Field Mob - All I Know Рекомендуем скачать: » Paul Oakenfold - Harder They Come » Phish - Chalk Dust Torture » Phil Collins - This Love, This Heart » Poor Righteous Teachers - Ghetto We Love » Pato Fu - Porque Te Vas » Pet Shop Boys - Violence » Petra - Deep Love » Pavement - baptist blacktick \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для гитары и Mp3 » Pearl Jam - in my tree \| текст песни и табы (аккорды) для бас гитары и Mp3 » Paul McCartney - Mull Of Kintyre » Patti Smith - About a Boy » Patty Loveless - Silent Night » Pentagram (USA) - Death Row » Paradise Lost - Mouth » Pete Rock - Tru Master » Phil Vassar - Lucky As Me » P. Diddy (Puff Daddy) - The Last Song » Pink Floyd - Bike » Page - Som En Vind » Puddle Of Mudd - Migraine
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