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Appreciation Remix (f. Cashmere the Pro) [Deluxe Edition]
Hold on, cuz you'll never miss your own Until the water's gone, it's wrong, it's wrong, so hold on Hold on, cuz you'll never miss your own Until the water's gone, it's wrong, be strong and hold on
It was morning she was brisk with her words He apologized but all she was thinking was this is absurd She understood he had to work but it was hittin' a nerve She hated his outta town trips, and this was the third One in two weeks, he ain't wantin' to beef Explainin' he's the one the job picks when they need someone to speak Hope to make up for lost time, but she's PO'ed And something 'bout this morning's coffee seems eerily cold 'What about your family?' she repeats the exclamation You seem to up and leave for work without the slightest hesisation Aggravation... Floatin' waves, why you rockin' the boat? Baby, this is my job, what you think I'm not gonna go? All she thought about was the weekends, and opted to blow Felt her caution in the wind when she started to throw cups on the floor She wantin' to war cuz she misses her home Didn't want the wave of loneliness she gets when he gone But she insists to be on blast but not burstin' with light It gets heavy as she yells 'Who comes first in your life?' He don't wanna be hurtin' his wife But he got a flight to catch so for now he's desertin' the flight Goes for his goodbye kiss, she turns. He takes a cold cheek while she yearns Hates his job but loves his cuz he's so sweet
But she wants him to have a night of dwellin' without a goodbye
As he drives off to make Flight 11' 更多更详尽歌词 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔镜歌词网
Hold on, cuz you'll never miss your own Until that water's gone, it's wrong, it's wrong so hold on
Hold on, cuz you'll never miss your own Until that waters gone, it's wrong so be strong and hold on
It was hard times followin' the death of father and mother He felt disconnect now, though his guardian was his brother Whom he envied, cuz he always seemed to be the favored sibling The one people always assumed would create a greater living He despised it, sick of his brother's shadow Felt like a jester wantin' to be king of his own castle Moved from Brick City to where girls got fixed titties Hollywood, cuz there that shit's pretty Older brother would write, call and email Tryin' to make light of the situation, askin' to be sent seashells Little brother was strugglin', in and out about three jails Tried to stand on his own two but he fell Called his older brother one day, cryin' apologizin It was a Monday, said he was sick of dramatizin' And that his Hyundai, had came to the end of it's road His money was froze, too broke to even launder his clothes Old bro was understandin' though, expressin' sorrow Said he would hit the first flight out tomorrow That they'd get a rental and pack up a carload They'd bond on the driveback, and he'd cover the barcodes Cuz tomorrow, family ties would no longer be severed Remainig bloodlines would be back together Tuesday morning at Newark airport it was beautiful weather 9/11 will be a day that they'll remember forever
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