Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Until The End Of Time, artist - 2Pac. Date of issue: 31.12.2006
Song language: English
Until The End Of Time |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, cmon |
| Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side |
| Some where inside my childhood |
| I missed my heart die |
| And even though we both came from the same places |
| The money and the fame made us all change places |
| How could it be? |
| Through the misery that came and passed |
| The hard times, make a true friend afraid to ask |
| For currency, but you can run to me when we need me, I’ll never leave |
| Honestly, someone to believe, and as you can see |
| This is our thang through and true |
| What could I do? |
| Real homies help you get through |
| And comin knew, he’d do the same thang if he could |
| Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good |
| And half the time we’d be actin up, call the cops |
| Bringin the cease to the peace that was on my block |
| It neva stops |
| When my mama asked me will I change? |
| I tell her yea, but its clear I’ll always be tha same |
| Until the end of time |
| Chorus |
| Take |
| These broken wings |
| I need your hands to come and heal me once again (until the end of time) |
| So I can flyyyyyyyyy, till the end of time |
| Till the end of time |
| Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin |
| My hard stare seems to scare all my sisters kids |
| So you know |
| I don’t hang around tha house much |
| It’s all like the money makin got me outta touch |
| Shit |
| Ain’t flashed a smile in a long while |
| And unexpected birth worst, of the ghetto childs |
| My attitude got me walkin solo |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh |
| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, cmon |
| Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side |
| Some where inside my childhood |
| I missed my heart die |
| And even though we both came from the same places |
| The money and the fame made us all change places |
| How could it be? |
| Through the misery that came and passed |
| The hard times, make a true friend afraid tone in my low low |
| Watchin tha whole world move in slow mo, ha |
| For quiet times, disappear listen to the ocean |
| Smokin ports, thinkin thoughts, and its back to coastin |
| Who can I trust in this cold world? |
| My phony homie had a baby by my own girl |
| But i aint trippin, I’ma playa, I aint sweatin him |
| I sex his sista, had her mo good like a Mexican |
| His next a kid |
| No remorse it was meant to happen |
| Besides rappin, the only thang I did good was scrap |
| Until the end of time |
| Chorus |
| Take |
| These broken wings |
| I need your hands to come and heal me once again (until the end of time) |
| So I can flyyyyyyyyyyyy, flyyy |
| Till the end of time |
| Till the end of time |
| Take |
| These broken wings |
| I need your hands to come and heal me once again (until the end of time) |
| So I can flyyyyyyyy, flyyyyyyy |
| Till the end of time |
| Till the end of time |
| Now who’s ta say if I was right or wrong? |
| Ta live my life as an outlaw all along, remain strong |
| In this planet full of playa hatas |
| They conversate, but Death Row, full of demonstratas |
| And in tha end drinkin henno ask |
| For currency, but you can run to me when we need me, I’ll never leave |
| Honestly, someone to believe, and as you can see |
| This is our thang through and true |
| What could I do? |
| Real homies help you get through |
| And comin knew, he’d do the same thang if he could |
| Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good |
| And half the time we’d be actin up, call the cops |
| Bringin the cease to the peace that was on my block |
| It neva stops |
| When my mama asked me will I change? |
| I tell her yea, but its clear I’ll always be tha darkside |