Sick of Cryin' (feat. Leon Bridges & D Smoke) (其他)
Terrace Martin, Leon Bridges, D Smoke"Sick of Cryin' (feat. Leon Bridges & D Smoke) (其他)" ist ein Song von Terrace Martin, Leon Bridges, D Smoke, 2021, Pop. Der Song dauert 3:11, 49 lines / 295 words.
Songtext
0:00Sick of Cryin' (feat. Leon Bridges & D Smoke) - Terrace Martin/Leon Bridges/D Smoke
0:48Unrest in the city war in the city pain in the city
0:52Blood on the ground but Yahweh's watchin' on high
0:57So if the wall breaks don't trip
0:59You should've seen it comin' from a million miles
1:03Poison from your lips
1:05Fed up from the days of just letting it slide
1:08Don't hit me with the steel
1:11'Cause my skin is black as tar
1:14It ain't far from the real real
1:42Piss poor with problems 'bout the pickpocket people
1:44And my peace pipe ain't hot
1:45Why they preaching peace by the steeple
1:48Yeah we practice precaution
1:49'Cause we peep how they peelin'
1:50Capture blacks 'til they fascinated
1:52We sing why we grievin'
1:53Mama-se mama-sa
1:55Word to Michael we dangerous
1:56Run home if you're scared
1:58Of problems can't dodge 'emwe angels
1:59Evitando la muerte esperando el cielo
2:02We ain't frownin' we black and brown
2:04And we crowned with that yellow
2:06Unrest in the city
2:07Unrest
2:07War in the city
2:08It's war
2:09Pain in the city
2:10Pain
2:10Blood on the ground
2:12They poisoned our organizations
2:13Turned men to boys instigated
2:15Wars on our land with the Navy
2:16Blue or your wet in red laces
2:18You should be proud to rock darker hue
2:20And embrace it
2:20I love the skin that I'm in
2:22And I look like God when I'm naked
2:23Ask my wife
2:25Black as tar
2:26It ain't far from the real real
2:54So if the wall breaks don't trip
2:56You shoulda seen it coming from a million mile
3:00Poison from your lips
3:03Fed up from the days of just letting it slide
3:05Don't hit me with the steel
3:08'Cause my skin is black as tar
3:11It ain't far from the real real
Sick of Cryin' (feat. Leon Bridges & D Smoke) - Terrace Martin/Leon Bridges/D Smoke Unrest in the city war in the city pain in the city Blood on the ground but Yahweh's watchin' on high So if the wall breaks don't trip You should've seen it comin' from a million miles Poison from your lips Fed up from the days of just letting it slide Don't hit me with the steel 'Cause my skin is black as tar It ain't far from the real real Piss poor with problems 'bout the pickpocket people And my peace pipe ain't hot Why they preaching peace by the steeple Yeah we practice precaution 'Cause we peep how they peelin' Capture blacks 'til they fascinated We sing why we grievin' Mama-se mama-sa Word to Michael we dangerous Run home if you're scared Of problems can't dodge 'emwe angels Evitando la muerte esperando el cielo We ain't frownin' we black and brown And we crowned with that yellow Unrest in the city Unrest War in the city It's war Pain in the city Pain Blood on the ground They poisoned our organizations Turned men to boys instigated Wars on our land with the Navy Blue or your wet in red laces You should be proud to rock darker hue And embrace it I love the skin that I'm in And I look like God when I'm naked Ask my wife Black as tar It ain't far from the real real So if the wall breaks don't trip You shoulda seen it coming from a million mile Poison from your lips Fed up from the days of just letting it slide Don't hit me with the steel 'Cause my skin is black as tar It ain't far from the real real
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