Lyrics:
Close to my skin, I'm falling in someone who's been
Sittin' by the phone, I'm left alone in another zone
John says to live above hell, my will is
walk into the sun! Ha hah
We gotta get away, we gotta do it now
We gotta walk.. in..to.. the.. sun..
Sittin on a stoop, while the Johnny-pump shoots
Übernehmen (Apocalyptic)
Stepp' in die Kabine, baller' Silben in den Beat
Um alle Rekorde der Welt mit einer Single zu brechen
Und by the way 'nen Gruß
And I've got studios to voice in
And I've got news for rejoicing
Now a new sun is rising
I count my blessings
That I'm safe when I'm resting
Time keeps tickin' keeps tickin' on by
Don't waste time staring at the sun in the sky
Life is too short baby keep your cool
Even after you're done
beat up rocking chair
Sittin' on that porch as the sun went down
It was a second home to me, ain't no way that it could be beat
So many awesome memories
Eight years old, couple cane poles sittin' down by the creek
Lines in the water watchin' those bobbers, seein' that red sun sink
Mama's
the salt in the water
And we can smell, smell the salt on the breeze
Two friends sending songs out, north and west
Might be heard by no one, might be heard
sit and watch that moonshine
Drip from the copper
Off an old dirt road where
My gun can't be heard
I'm just sittin' out here way
Out in the holler
don't even set an alarm
I just close all the blinds, and
Lay alone in the dark, 'cause-
Some days, I'm the gray in those skies
Some days, I'm the sun in
The saddest sight my eyes can see
Is that big ball of orange sinking slyly down the trees
Sittin' in a broken circle while you rest upon my knee
really think it's worth a fight
Sittin' by myself alone
With you, it would be less cold
Probably the best to let it be untold
Do I just start sippin'
man against machine
S.D.T.S. - stick to my routine
My knuckle game impeccable, crack game incredible
Lawyers for my niggaz who be sittin in the Federal
punt
Bitch, I sleep in the day, I'on see sun (uh-huh, yeah)
Big body Lamb' truck sittin' outside in the sun
It get you caught up, get you fried
You
Broke into her house, saw her sittin' there
Drinking Coke and whiskey in her bra and underwear
Saw him in the kitchen, hangin' up the phone
I
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
at their heads, like hair in a comb
Sittin' by the window, I just stare at the storm
Know I'll make it through it like hair in a comb
Young Money over
You remember sittin' there one rainy night in a well-used chair
Tellin' me how well you used to dance
The western wind'll come again and make you
by night, 'til the sun shows up
Hey (Buckle up baby, it's about to get real)
It's bubbles in the clear ones
Hollar if you hear one seven in yo' ears
OZ on the beat, yeah
Can't go out the house, can't look at the sun
Ashin' the blunt, life of a superstar
I never have fun, just sit here in
Sittin' here waitin' by the phone tonight
Wishing we were kissing all alone tonight
But I'm staring at the ceiling with the fan spinning round and round
All
Barbie, givin' backrubs
The Crock Pot, is our hot tub
Til sun up, til sun up (Ahhh)
Why do ya think I'm always
Smirkin' by the window? (Yow)
Because, I'm
Ima wild young boy my path sorta rocky
Live by a creed occasional dirty deeds
To see if I could be who I wanna be
I gotta be im sittin on a winnin
on their TV, sittin' on the couch
Me, I get in my old Bronco and point those headlights out
Oh, ain't got too many miles to go, to save my soul
Hey I go
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