Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song C U When I Get There, artist - Killah Priest. Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
C U When I Get There |
| Y’know I’m sayin' |
| I C U When I Get There |
| We came a long way from ducking strays |
| My niggas laid in the alley ways |
| Funerals were made, by the beauties sprayed |
| But now I’m different, somethin new today |
| I’m seein bright tunnels, bein my life crumbled before |
| Now I’m restored I wanna see more |
| Wanna explore, standin by the ocean shore |
| It looks like heaven just opened it’s doors, shinin on me |
| I’m like a diamond homey (yeah), yo… |
| So many eulogies we heard, usually leads to the urb' |
| To ease the nerve, but I believe in readin the word |
| Taking heed from the man that’s feedin the birds |
| The broaden my horizon, it’s hard survivin |
| I’m job applyin, I keep strivin, I keep tryin |
| I’m tryin to turn defeat to Triumph |
| There’s no place in this jungle for weak lions |
| Politicians and preachers, they keep lyin |
| And the streets supplyin, how many times do I have to heat the iron? |
| Every night there’s a gunfight |
| Fuck misery, I wanna see sunlight |
| I wanna know at the end that my son’s all right |
| Yo, and to all my fallen soldiers, that’s no longer here |
| I C U When I Get There |
| I reminisce on the R. Kelly I Wish |
| Yo, right now I’m writin the remix |
| Y’all heard the stories of the miseries |
| Rivals between enemies, there’s no love or no sympathy |
| Y’all heard the stories of the stress, death through debts |
| Project sex and welfare cheques, with Tecs |
| Automatics, y’all saw the graphics |
| Well, I know y’all had enough of that shit |
| I wanna see thrones, I want a land of my own |
| I want a zone, finally found my way back home |
| Sit back and relax, readin my poems |
| While the sunlight hit and gleam off the stones |
| It’s only natural, I want castles and black jewel |
| I want statues and marble floors |
| That’s what I have toppers for |
| Open up Solomon doors |
| Surrounded by priests, scholars and moors |
| Say my name, dollars just pour |
| Not that fake paper money |
| But the coins that they take from mummies |
| Everybody in my world 'bout the age of 20 |
| Smell a rose, taste the honey, no achin tummies |
| I could write about my miserable life, critical nights |
| Fought physical in the spiritual fight |
| Israelite, mystical type, like a Hindu in white |
| Let me tell you what my visuals like |
| Insights of a High Priest, mind’s deep as the blue sea |
| Purple robe, brown Cuffie is all beauty |
| Absorb the ruby from yours truly, truly |
| Yo, I C U When I Get There, yeah (C U When I Get There) |
| Yo, I C U When I Get There |
| For all my homies over here (oh no no, I don’t know how long it may be) |
| I C U When I Get There |
| Pull out to Mark and Kev |
| Bob Marley here, Marvin Gaye, uh, yo |
| I C U When I Get There |
| To all my homies, straight up done over here |
| I C U When I Get There, yo (I'm just tryin to make a change to My Life) |
| You move that, yo |
| You know 1 and 2ers |
| On the tracks |
| Doin it ups (I know I know I know, you’d like to see your homie) |
| I C U When I Get There |
| All the great ones |
| Marion where you at? |
| Want you on the track |
| I C U When I Get There, huh (C U When I Get There) |
| Yo, yo, yo |
| I have been an inspiration to My Life |
| I C U When I Get There |