Lyrics:
music and lyrics by Corb Lund
Family reunion, she?s gonna be a good one
So lemme bend your ear, the clan?s all here for the family reunion
mind can't seem to run from myself I can't think,
Can't even sleep, can't even eat. I can't do this by myself, I need
Somebody else.
Send me
together
While our hearts were young.
I'm walkin' in the rain
Tears are falling and I feel a pain.
Wishin' you were here by me
To end this misery.
son.
Family life now that we are one.
Is this the confused mind of a boy?
Or does a oreature lurk within?
Am I possessed by eternal entities?
Or are my
never end this
The scandal was assault and bust the vault
Brothers that fought, at ease
Crash the 'ment, just to free up butts
Lookin' forward
Walking by myself oh how I wish with some one else
Oh we could be so strong
It didn't have to happen if I bought myself a gun
He would've been
Arrow kid runs by
Catch one in your side
Is this the end?
We should die
Let us go
Life is all a film
Let the bullets fly
Truth, lies, a film
I took you to bed with authority
I replay that kiss by the hotel desk
'Til the tape just melts
Runs all over me
And we're in the same sticky mess
could not see
That love lasts eternally and we were meant to be
Your tears cannot move me, I am delighted by your cries
As blood runs down from your
This conversation just turned again
Why do we always end up talking about me and my lack of friends?
And I finally found a point to pin you down,
you good until you run away
Nigga be hating every day but that shit nothin' (that shit nothin)
They say that they loyal but then every day they be
to the right
On go in this fast lane
On God we go'n run it up (2x)
On God
Chorus
Verse 2: Nana
If I never follow my dreams how will I know
If I get buried
And things that made this harder passed us by
But there's no bad dream to wake up from
Know I got it bad when it's the morning
And you're all that's on my mind
every day in LA
People getting jacked or crack
Takes 'em away the streets are fucked
Some people's luck just runs out
Bank card fraud take all these funds
Top notch players, rhyme sayers
Nigga we don't do favors, you gotta pay us
Ten thousand (more) , twenty thousand (more)
Thumbing through hundreds
tongue destroying me
I feel he hate surge through
Eighteen in the gutter with a hate sign
In the real world how could you stand by
Some blame the films we
on
And the qualities I lack
(He didn't answer me)
What is it I run from? Deny it was best
The rest is left up to the
Somethings that exist outside my head
Now we've got
(This one's for the lovers)
Dublin by the neon lights
The time we stopped to watch that fight
You'd ask me if I'd fight someone for you, no
Wait,
morn-ting
My Mexican plug do no more importing
Front door the plug, nigga
We 'bout to door ring
I hit the block with the LeBron slammer
Ship the package,
(No, so what I wanted to say is, um)
I miss driving the same old blocks
But we're stuck at a gas stop
With a laundry machine and nothing to do
YOUR DIARY IS BLEEDING 'CAUSE THE WORDS ARE SO MISLEADING. THE PAGES RUN FROM YOUR EVERY WORD 'CAUSE THEY KNOW YOU LIE EVEN TO THEM. HUMANS LEARN
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