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Crutch
作词:Emanuel Anderson, Darion Crawford, Shawn Johnson, Sidney De Wayne Johnson, Amin Anwar Miller
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, you don't have to cry no more
I remember bein' broke with no record deal Broke with no job, too broke to smoke dope Man, times so hard, I wanna take my own life That's what pain do to you
But I'm too broke to even die I couldn't afford a funeral I'm too broke to spend time Y'all don't know how it feel
I could've been a metal welder 'Cause I know how to steel Naw, I ain't braggin', I'm just keepin' it real I was so broke my wet dream was 'bout eatin' a meal
Man I been homeless You ever spent the night in the grass? With ants and mesquites While they bitin' ya ass
My best friend got shot nine times for nothin' He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was cousins Even Momma turned her back on me, wouldn't look me in my face I'm a disgrace to my folks, 'cause I ain't graduate?
I ain't have nobody Man, I wish I was dead I was alone so I turned to God and e said
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, you don't have to cry no more
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 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
A three eighty caliber, for street crazy scavengers Tryna take my [Incomprehensible], 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'
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, you don't have to cry no more
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
Okay, I came up but all the faith folks came down The script flip flopped, now the game changed round Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now Now my smile ice cold, white gold like whoa
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, you don't have to cry no more
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, you don't have to cry no more
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, you don't have to cry no more
We all need to cry sometimes, someone, something we can count on A crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch We all need to cry sometimes, someone, something we can count on A crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch
We all need to cry sometimes, someone, something we can count on A crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch, a crutch
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