Lyrics:
ARRANGEMENTS: CHRIS WORSEY
VIOLINS: WARREN ZIELINSKI, RICHARD GEORGE, PATRICK KIERNAN, JON EVANS-JONES, EMMA SMITH, RICK KOSTER, EMIL CHAKALOV,
OLI LANGFORD,
wind, hard rain
But love will prevail
See the clouds passing by
Feel the wind in your hair
Trouble finds you cold despair
But love never ends
Truth, will
nigga
Told y'all niggas I was gone come back hard nigga
(Yeah)
I can count a million with a blindfold
Got them pointer in the bezel and they ice
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
[Intro]
And we go by the runners
(I think it's time for me to go hard as the hood I'm from, ay)
DJ Khaled, we the best
(I think it's time for me
like my name Turner
That's for certain nigga, Ted Turner, Nat Turner, nigga Ike Turner
The raw sojourner for truth, the mic burner, yeah
Somebody's
bout none of ya
Nights is dark as Uganda
She got a red flag right by her
Leave her in misery so you can find a
Hand full of gold like Indiana Jones
Got
And I stayed by you though I think I knew
It wouldn't change a thing
Changes come to hearts with ease
But they come so hard to me
Have you ever
Shattered dreams, worthless years
Here am I encased inside a hollow shell
Life began, then was done
Now I stare into a cold and empty well
life is hard
Can't sleep cause all the dirt
Make my heart hurt
Put in work and shed tears for my dead peers
Mislead from childhood where I went astray
scheming
Baby how was I to know, the winter wind would be so cold
Tell me now
I never caught a feeling this hard
Lost in your eyes
Summertime is over now
I'm
Guitar Jones
I really feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it hard yo
I really feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it hard yo
I really feel it, feel it,
Shattered dreams, worthless years
Here am I encased inside a hollow shell
Life began, then was done
Now I stare into a cold and empty well
(what?)
So now he's running for president
It's a shame what the game's became
But the truth is
There's really nobody to blame
But the music
Let's give
The many dark days
The times I felt betrayed, by the ones that were supposed to love me
It's the only kind of love I've known (truth is)
That's
cold ones, leave your worries behind
I'll sing some Waylon Jennings or a little George Jones
Play you anything you want to help you lighten that load
Norway's frost?" It's warrior's path
Each problem's just a deep half-guard
Invert, go dark, work twice as hard
Wristlocked by fate? Don't you tap!
Like
Norway's frost? It's warrior's path
Each problem's just a deep half-guard
Invert go dark work twice as hard
Wristlocked by fate? Don't you tap!
Like Rafa's
How was I supposed to know?
You didn't tell me they were gold
I didn't smell the coming snow
And now they're ruined by the cold
How was I supposed
partners from Oakland doin serious time
You can't argue with the truth it's hard to be black
But it's a mind game, and you gotta deal with that
I wake up
now?
Yeah, it's cold blood in a nigga
The streets left no love in a nigga
They say the good die young, that's the truth
My nigga floating up in heaven
gettin' cash like Ciana, buyin' property
I'm the truth, chosen one, couple niggas said it
Why you mad at Kevin Gates? Ain't you gettin' paper
Thought I
When you kiss my lips at the ER tonight
Serenade me with your memories of sad songs
Wouldn't poor George Jones just drop dead at the sigh
Of our fingers
|He brought the war home with him.|Still got sand in his boots.|He's wrestling with the demons and the cold hard truth.|And something ain't right
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