Enchanted

Enchanted

歌手:J. ColeOmen

所属专辑:Friday Night Lights

发行时间:2010-11-12

  • LRC歌词
  • 文本歌词

[00:00.00]"Enchanted"(Featuring Omen)

[00:17.81]Yea, this is where the

[00:20.22]Yea, this is where the fathers ain't livin'

[00:22.68]At least not with us

[00:24.00]Might see em round the city and won’t even say wassup

[00:26.51]When ****** play tough, won't even smile in mirrors

[00:29.28]And we learn to **** hoes off trial and error

[00:31.85]Just a small town *****, big city hustle

[00:34.81]Glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell

[00:37.42]These were our heroes, strictly for them zeros

[00:40.09]For that Robert Deniro, ****** reload on them kilo’s

[00:42.80]Dodgin them people

[00:44.10]Mad at myself cause I done seen some things that I’d rather not tell

[00:48.33]Shawty smoke crack and her boyfriend too

[00:50.80]And sometimes he touch her daughter how the boyfriends do

[00:53.51]Pull up to the club where my boys went too

[00:56.11]See that yellow tape and the boys in blue

[00:58.83]A ***** on a stretcher and though I never met ya

[01:01.60]I'm thinkin' God bless ya, the city try and get ya

[01:04.22]Man, don’t let the city get ya

[01:07.14]**** the horoscopes, know the ropes like a wrestler

[01:09.65]If them bullets wet you bet your Momma need a tissue

[01:12.22]Your face on the front of our shirts, screamin' we miss you(we miss ya)

[01:16.04]Come with me

[01:17.79]Run quick see, what do we have here

[01:22.77]Now, do you wanna ride or die

[01:24.23]La da-da-da, la la la la

[01:26.95]Come with me

[01:28.41]Run quick see, what do we have here

[01:33.14]Now, do you wanna ride or die

[01:34.80]La da-da-da, la la la la

[01:37.72]Yea, lets see God

[01:38.97]I know you only do whats best for me

[01:40.88]But is it cool if we negotiate my destiny

[01:43.39]They always tellin’ me it’s temporary

[01:45.80]Than why it's feelin' like a cemetary

[01:47.51]My dreams ain't got no obituaries

[01:49.47]My city hurtin' and none of us were equipped here

[01:52.50]You heard me say I was ballin’, I probably meant tears

[01:55.07]I’m trying to get clear, I’m tryna quit fear

[01:57.73]Who wrote the scripts here

[01:59.04]These kids live there whole life just killing time

[02:02.00]Running the race with no finish line

[02:03.46]They tryna noose us with they ropes, but I'm finna climb

[02:06.33]I think my foolish pride might become my suicide

[02:09.00]But I ain't tryna go, no baby

[02:11.51]And through these lines and quotes you gotta find some hope

[02:14.72]Cause I ain't dying my words gon’ last forever

[02:17.13]You can hold the treasure

[02:18.55]Look inside you can see a diamond in my mind

[02:20.66]Im tired of seeing **** fiends, wiping they nose clean

[02:23.68]Is my neighborhood just a smoke screen

[02:26.24]I think I'm in the dungeon fam, I see low green

[02:28.40]Sons raised by bo queens but there’s no kings

[02:31.03]No kings, no kings

[02:32.48]Come with me

[02:34.60]Run quick see, what do we have here

[02:38.62]Now, do you wanna ride or die

[02:40.83]La da-da-da, la la la la

[02:44.24]Come with me

[02:46.20]Run quick see, what do we have here

[02:49.86]Now, do you wanna ride or die

[02:52.23]La da-da-da, la la la la

[02:55.00]It seems like ****** either feel ya or they tryna kill ya

[02:57.46]I face the sky and hope to God ain't acting unfamiliar

[03:00.22]You play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar

[03:02.84]They tell me that its God’s will, I’m asking God will ya

[03:05.65]Heal a ***** from all this pain, Momma smokin' ******* as it rains out

[03:08.62]Am I to blame, try to stay sane so I came outside

[03:12.76]Where they rock with them thangs out

[03:14.25]To clear my mind at the same time they blew that boy's brains out

[03:16.86]But will it change, its like ****** is free but our minds still in the chains

[03:20.64]Brothers killing each other, the blood spill its a shame

[03:23.45]Will it ever slow up

[03:24.60]A lot of ****** getting older but they never grow up

[03:27.18]And do they son’s like they fathers did and never show up

[03:29.78]Don’t even cry about it, just another episode of life

[03:32.65]Watch the season ***** no re-runs

[03:35.11]The devil buying souls ***** no refunds

[03:37.78]Man, don’t let the city get ya

[03:41.04]**** the horoscopes know the ropes like a wrestler

[03:43.40]If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue

[03:46.21]Your face on the front of our shirts screaming we miss ya

[03:48.88]Another day, another song, a mother prays

[03:53.45]Another gone

[03:54.71]But still we play like ain't nothing wrong

[03:57.27]Like ain't nothing wrong

[03:58.67]Cause ain't nothing wrong

[04:00.23]Im not as fast, I’m not as tall

[04:03.09]But before I pass

[04:04.67]I gotta ball

[04:06.22]I gotta ball

[04:07.32]I gotta ball

[04:08.10]***** I gotta ball

"Enchanted"(Featuring Omen)

Yea, this is where the

Yea, this is where the fathers ain't livin'

At least not with us

Might see em round the city and won’t even say wassup

When ****** play tough, won't even smile in mirrors

And we learn to **** hoes off trial and error

Just a small town *****, big city hustle

Glued to the TV, Jigga, Diddy, Russell

These were our heroes, strictly for them zeros

For that Robert Deniro, ****** reload on them kilo’s

Dodgin them people

Mad at myself cause I done seen some things that I’d rather not tell

Shawty smoke crack and her boyfriend too

And sometimes he touch her daughter how the boyfriends do

Pull up to the club where my boys went too

See that yellow tape and the boys in blue

A ***** on a stretcher and though I never met ya

I'm thinkin' God bless ya, the city try and get ya

Man, don’t let the city get ya

**** the horoscopes, know the ropes like a wrestler

If them bullets wet you bet your Momma need a tissue

Your face on the front of our shirts, screamin' we miss you(we miss ya)

Come with me

Run quick see, what do we have here

Now, do you wanna ride or die

La da-da-da, la la la la

Come with me

Run quick see, what do we have here

Now, do you wanna ride or die

La da-da-da, la la la la

Yea, lets see God

I know you only do whats best for me

But is it cool if we negotiate my destiny

They always tellin’ me it’s temporary

Than why it's feelin' like a cemetary

My dreams ain't got no obituaries

My city hurtin' and none of us were equipped here

You heard me say I was ballin’, I probably meant tears

I’m trying to get clear, I’m tryna quit fear

Who wrote the scripts here

These kids live there whole life just killing time

Running the race with no finish line

They tryna noose us with they ropes, but I'm finna climb

I think my foolish pride might become my suicide

But I ain't tryna go, no baby

And through these lines and quotes you gotta find some hope

Cause I ain't dying my words gon’ last forever

You can hold the treasure

Look inside you can see a diamond in my mind

Im tired of seeing **** fiends, wiping they nose clean

Is my neighborhood just a smoke screen

I think I'm in the dungeon fam, I see low green

Sons raised by bo queens but there’s no kings

No kings, no kings

Come with me

Run quick see, what do we have here

Now, do you wanna ride or die

La da-da-da, la la la la

Come with me

Run quick see, what do we have here

Now, do you wanna ride or die

La da-da-da, la la la la

It seems like ****** either feel ya or they tryna kill ya

I face the sky and hope to God ain't acting unfamiliar

You play whatever cards he deal no matter how peculiar

They tell me that its God’s will, I’m asking God will ya

Heal a ***** from all this pain, Momma smokin' ******* as it rains out

Am I to blame, try to stay sane so I came outside

Where they rock with them thangs out

To clear my mind at the same time they blew that boy's brains out

But will it change, its like ****** is free but our minds still in the chains

Brothers killing each other, the blood spill its a shame

Will it ever slow up

A lot of ****** getting older but they never grow up

And do they son’s like they fathers did and never show up

Don’t even cry about it, just another episode of life

Watch the season ***** no re-runs

The devil buying souls ***** no refunds

Man, don’t let the city get ya

**** the horoscopes know the ropes like a wrestler

If them bullets wet ya bet ya momma need a tissue

Your face on the front of our shirts screaming we miss ya

Another day, another song, a mother prays

Another gone

But still we play like ain't nothing wrong

Like ain't nothing wrong

Cause ain't nothing wrong

Im not as fast, I’m not as tall

But before I pass

I gotta ball

I gotta ball

I gotta ball

***** I gotta ball

暂无该曲谱数据