Pray 歌词
| 歌曲 | Pray |
| 歌手 | Vordul Mega |
| 专辑 | The The Revolution Of Yung Havoks |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| (Mega feed through the mind like... | |
| ... yeah, yo.) | |
| Splash thoughts on a page | |
| Cigarettes be like, batteries when I need to write | |
| All play nice, 'til the sun comes up | |
| Tryin' to come up with flows over drums | |
| While we love blowin' dro's | |
| Hard to get by, with a pocket full of chromes | |
| In a facade, where everybody try the cane | |
| And need to, no jokin' | |
| Now, ironies of life, got me tryin' to quit smokin' | |
| While I'm smokin', goin' through the motions | |
| Stay floatin', keep the head above waters | |
| All types of emotions | |
| Knowin' the best ain't, is to maintain | |
| Streets is framed, spoke tryin' to peep our game: | |
| How we played | |
| Puttin' down bets, down the begs | |
| Surrounded by effects | |
| Feelin' like; soon everything's gonna be all right | |
| Better tomorrows | |
| No time for sorrow | |
| Keep it up | |
| Got to stay up... | |
| ... I'll pray for us... | |
| (You know what we can do and what we can't do? | |
| What we can say and what we can't say? | |
| I don't know that anymore... | |
| ... So I'm in a position that | |
| The only thing that I can say about that is: Fuck it!) | |
| ... Stay focused | |
| Even when things seem hopeless | |
| Time movin' so quick | |
| Fall back, and see it all in slow-motion | |
| Head all over the place; what a mess | |
| Give my best through the complication | |
| Event new ideas and innovate keys | |
| Our future generations | |
| Dependin' on a stremph of role models | |
| Sons that grew up without fathers | |
| All wasn't bard, but, still tryin' to bill harder | |
| Put in work, life is worth | |
| More than the problems we let bather us | |
| Through petty arguments | |
| Parents startle, of their young ones | |
| Goin' out in the dark, better give them truth | |
| Before they find out for themselves | |
| And can't get through it | |
| But we learn, mad of how we was raised | |
| In the race, from a little to a lot | |
| Out of the game, makin' no matter | |
| What those that didn't understand had to say... | |
| (I don't think they really understand what they're doing | |
| I think they're so hung up on maintaining their positions | |
| That the only way that people could deal with this... | |
| ... Is to take it in the streets.) | |
| ... 'Cuz we, been through the struggle | |
| Now we tryin' to come through | |
| Talkin' about life, and moms how I love you | |
| Past days full of stress, cigarettes and licks | |
| Piss, but I can't get sick | |
| Gotta stay up, pray for us | |
| See 'em brighter days | |
| Smiles on our face | |
| Sometimes I want to get away | |
| Stay and lookin' up at the heavens | |
| Devine minds, devisualise the seven | |
| Within concealed sins | |
| Came from the bottom of the bin; puttin' in bed | |
| And everybody got mad jokes | |
| Growth, gang with hopes | |
| At the end of our ropes | |
| Cats laugh with their folks | |
| Never let problems fade you | |
| Know, everything true, everyday true |
| Mega feed through the mind like... | |
| ... yeah, yo. | |
| Splash thoughts on a page | |
| Cigarettes be like, batteries when I need to write | |
| All play nice, ' til the sun comes up | |
| Tryin' to come up with flows over drums | |
| While we love blowin' dro' s | |
| Hard to get by, with a pocket full of chromes | |
| In a facade, where everybody try the cane | |
| And need to, no jokin' | |
| Now, ironies of life, got me tryin' to quit smokin' | |
| While I' m smokin', goin' through the motions | |
| Stay floatin', keep the head above waters | |
| All types of emotions | |
| Knowin' the best ain' t, is to maintain | |
| Streets is framed, spoke tryin' to peep our game: | |
| How we played | |
| Puttin' down bets, down the begs | |
| Surrounded by effects | |
| Feelin' like soon everything' s gonna be all right | |
| Better tomorrows | |
| No time for sorrow | |
| Keep it up | |
| Got to stay up... | |
| ... I' ll pray for us... | |
| You know what we can do and what we can' t do? | |
| What we can say and what we can' t say? | |
| I don' t know that anymore... | |
| ... So I' m in a position that | |
| The only thing that I can say about that is: Fuck it! | |
| ... Stay focused | |
| Even when things seem hopeless | |
| Time movin' so quick | |
| Fall back, and see it all in slowmotion | |
| Head all over the place what a mess | |
| Give my best through the complication | |
| Event new ideas and innovate keys | |
| Our future generations | |
| Dependin' on a stremph of role models | |
| Sons that grew up without fathers | |
| All wasn' t bard, but, still tryin' to bill harder | |
| Put in work, life is worth | |
| More than the problems we let bather us | |
| Through petty arguments | |
| Parents startle, of their young ones | |
| Goin' out in the dark, better give them truth | |
| Before they find out for themselves | |
| And can' t get through it | |
| But we learn, mad of how we was raised | |
| In the race, from a little to a lot | |
| Out of the game, makin' no matter | |
| What those that didn' t understand had to say... | |
| I don' t think they really understand what they' re doing | |
| I think they' re so hung up on maintaining their positions | |
| That the only way that people could deal with this... | |
| ... Is to take it in the streets. | |
| ... ' Cuz we, been through the struggle | |
| Now we tryin' to come through | |
| Talkin' about life, and moms how I love you | |
| Past days full of stress, cigarettes and licks | |
| Piss, but I can' t get sick | |
| Gotta stay up, pray for us | |
| See ' em brighter days | |
| Smiles on our face | |
| Sometimes I want to get away | |
| Stay and lookin' up at the heavens | |
| Devine minds, devisualise the seven | |
| Within concealed sins | |
| Came from the bottom of the bin puttin' in bed | |
| And everybody got mad jokes | |
| Growth, gang with hopes | |
| At the end of our ropes | |
| Cats laugh with their folks | |
| Never let problems fade you | |
| Know, everything true, everyday true |
| Mega feed through the mind like... | |
| ... yeah, yo. | |
| Splash thoughts on a page | |
| Cigarettes be like, batteries when I need to write | |
| All play nice, ' til the sun comes up | |
| Tryin' to come up with flows over drums | |
| While we love blowin' dro' s | |
| Hard to get by, with a pocket full of chromes | |
| In a facade, where everybody try the cane | |
| And need to, no jokin' | |
| Now, ironies of life, got me tryin' to quit smokin' | |
| While I' m smokin', goin' through the motions | |
| Stay floatin', keep the head above waters | |
| All types of emotions | |
| Knowin' the best ain' t, is to maintain | |
| Streets is framed, spoke tryin' to peep our game: | |
| How we played | |
| Puttin' down bets, down the begs | |
| Surrounded by effects | |
| Feelin' like soon everything' s gonna be all right | |
| Better tomorrows | |
| No time for sorrow | |
| Keep it up | |
| Got to stay up... | |
| ... I' ll pray for us... | |
| You know what we can do and what we can' t do? | |
| What we can say and what we can' t say? | |
| I don' t know that anymore... | |
| ... So I' m in a position that | |
| The only thing that I can say about that is: Fuck it! | |
| ... Stay focused | |
| Even when things seem hopeless | |
| Time movin' so quick | |
| Fall back, and see it all in slowmotion | |
| Head all over the place what a mess | |
| Give my best through the complication | |
| Event new ideas and innovate keys | |
| Our future generations | |
| Dependin' on a stremph of role models | |
| Sons that grew up without fathers | |
| All wasn' t bard, but, still tryin' to bill harder | |
| Put in work, life is worth | |
| More than the problems we let bather us | |
| Through petty arguments | |
| Parents startle, of their young ones | |
| Goin' out in the dark, better give them truth | |
| Before they find out for themselves | |
| And can' t get through it | |
| But we learn, mad of how we was raised | |
| In the race, from a little to a lot | |
| Out of the game, makin' no matter | |
| What those that didn' t understand had to say... | |
| I don' t think they really understand what they' re doing | |
| I think they' re so hung up on maintaining their positions | |
| That the only way that people could deal with this... | |
| ... Is to take it in the streets. | |
| ... ' Cuz we, been through the struggle | |
| Now we tryin' to come through | |
| Talkin' about life, and moms how I love you | |
| Past days full of stress, cigarettes and licks | |
| Piss, but I can' t get sick | |
| Gotta stay up, pray for us | |
| See ' em brighter days | |
| Smiles on our face | |
| Sometimes I want to get away | |
| Stay and lookin' up at the heavens | |
| Devine minds, devisualise the seven | |
| Within concealed sins | |
| Came from the bottom of the bin puttin' in bed | |
| And everybody got mad jokes | |
| Growth, gang with hopes | |
| At the end of our ropes | |
| Cats laugh with their folks | |
| Never let problems fade you | |
| Know, everything true, everyday true |
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