Morning 文本歌词
作词 : Смолдырев Михаил Олегович
作曲 : Смолдырев Михаил Олегович
**** you, good morning
My breakfast is a cigarette,
Boring grey picture,
But I can color it
Up, some paint on my pants,
Like I'm worker,
I'm rocking in my army boots,
Like I'm soldier.
Bang, I've never cried bout a bitch,
My tears for my dogs,
And my heart just for me,
Brotherhood and loyalty, this
What I stand for ,
My circle isn't gang, but we all stay close.
My life isn't the best,
So I want to do it better,
My hood is like a jungle,
But I cannot call it ghetto,
God doesn't bless me,
But I'm still praying,
Luck isn't about me,
But I'm still playing
You know, today I'm in a very bad mood,
I'm sippin my flesh, watchin boys in a hood,
Never be a rat, never got a gat,
Steel on my neck, die for the check
I see the birds flying, I see the dreams dying
Kids gonna robbing, boys gonna hustling,
Girls gonna kill em self, sluts gonna be sluts,
I ain't watching theater, I'm telling bout a block
Take a trip to town, that you even don't know,
You will see the real shit, that life, when you're livin low,
Whatchin your mouth there, or you're a stain
Never leave your way, play that game you play
My life isn't the best
So I want to do it better
My hood is just a jungle,
But I can not call it ghetto
God doesn't bless me,
But I'm still praying
Luck isn't about me
But I'm still playing
Morning LRC歌词
作词 : Смолдырев Михаил Олегович
作曲 : Смолдырев Михаил Олегович
**** you, good morning
My breakfast is a cigarette,
Boring grey picture,
But I can color it
Up, some paint on my pants,
Like I'm worker,
I'm rocking in my army boots,
Like I'm soldier.
Bang, I've never cried bout a bitch,
My tears for my dogs,
And my heart just for me,
Brotherhood and loyalty, this
What I stand for ,
My circle isn't gang, but we all stay close.
My life isn't the best,
So I want to do it better,
My hood is like a jungle,
But I cannot call it ghetto,
God doesn't bless me,
But I'm still praying,
Luck isn't about me,
But I'm still playing
You know, today I'm in a very bad mood,
I'm sippin my flesh, watchin boys in a hood,
Never be a rat, never got a gat,
Steel on my neck, die for the check
I see the birds flying, I see the dreams dying
Kids gonna robbing, boys gonna hustling,
Girls gonna kill em self, sluts gonna be sluts,
I ain't watching theater, I'm telling bout a block
Take a trip to town, that you even don't know,
You will see the real shit, that life, when you're livin low,
Whatchin your mouth there, or you're a stain
Never leave your way, play that game you play
My life isn't the best
So I want to do it better
My hood is just a jungle,
But I can not call it ghetto
God doesn't bless me,
But I'm still praying
Luck isn't about me
But I'm still playing