Move On (feat. Alonestar)
Now it seems I’ve been young, dug my hole in the ground
To me there’s only up, there ain’t no point in looking down
However hard I try, I only get weaker
Seems my lies and worries got my mind in a sleeper hold
What you gotta do is never get yourself down
Bastards do that for you, get you deeper in the ground
Keep out of trouble, ain’t no trouble being pure
Seems like all you bastards gave me something to ignore now
Move on, forget it
Now move on, forget it
When I first started this rapping shit I felt pressure from haters
Became invaded with sadists and just developed a hater radar
And made for the stars, kept my grind in the dark
And then appeared with a remedy kicking rhymes with a melody
Hennesey shots and glocks, all these fools on the block
Who said you gotta be a gangster now to raise to the top?
I'm just a normal, casual, usual, everyday type of guy
With my head in the sky
Ed Sheeran, Urban Angel coming ready to die
So see the signs, stand to the side
Open your eyes and take a look and realise
The resurrection's arrived
And as the mist clears, homie I arise
From my tomb in disguise
I'm all alone, Alonestar
Urban Angel rising from the ashes
Surprising all haters, guiding, advising them all to steady move
Now back up!
Move on, forget it
Now move on, forget it
All I want in this cold world is to make music and use it
Not to abuse it and get affected, infected with the who's who of music
Who did it, who is it, who's in it, who …what the fuck does it matter?
Chitter chatter, don't matter, yidder, yidder, yadder
It don't matter to me
All I want is a bit of dignity in me to battle this industry freely
To be me in this seedy, needy world, can you hear me?
Yeah, yeah, can you hear me?
Похожие новости.
Осень
отпустить тебя очень не легко даже если только год будешь далеко Буду я скучать, буду слезы лить Знаю я тебя не смогу забыть (х2) Осень - люблю. Осень золотая, Как не любить тебя. Помню о тебе, плохо
Daddy Frank (The Guitar Man)
Daddy Frank played the guitar and the french harp, Sister played the ringing tambourine. Mama couldn't hear our pretty music, She read our lips and helped the family sing. That little band was all
Don’t Be A Baby, Baby
Don't be a baby, Baby By the love that pass you by But if you have to, Baby Go ahead and have your cry I'll be your baby, Baby Truer than the one you knew And
Rose Colored Glasses
Everybody's saying that we should get back together And everybody's saying that we meant to be together Everybody's saying how the love was so damn perfect And I ain't never seen a bit
Hot Grease and Zydeco
I hear the music big daddy's place Smell that gumbo coming through that ole screen door Fans a blowing, flys a buzzing, people jitter bugging on that hardwood floor Worked my fingers down