Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tiny Angel, artist - 360. Album song Vintage Modern, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 26.10.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Forthwrite
Song language: English
Tiny Angel |
So this story, is about a really close friend of mine |
I love you, brother |
My mates talk shit about their wives, but I love mine |
Yeah we fight sometimes, but ain’t that just life? |
She’s been pregnant now for some time, it took us years |
And enough tries, I thought it wouldn’t happen from my young life |
From the drunk times, or when I tried drugs twice |
I thought downstairs had gone and messed it up, right |
The doctor told me that I need to stop stressin' |
The only thing that’s working against us is just time |
That was true, two months by |
My wife called me up while I was workin' at the pub, right |
She told me I was gonna be a daddy |
We both broke down, she said there’s something that I done right |
I called my mother, told her I was gonna be a father |
Mum cried, so did I, I was tongue-tied |
I can’t explain this feelin' but I love life |
I’ve never had a purpose and this had just become mine |
To create this little person that’s fun size |
A little bit of her, and a little bit of me |
But I pray he gets his mum’s eyes |
I say he ‘cause I’ve always wanted a son, right |
The ultrasound said it’s a boy, my little ray of sunshine |
It dawned on me, I can’t wait to see my son rise |
You know what they say about time though? |
It does fly |
Fast forward nine months and suddenly it’s crunch time |
It’s been a few days of goin' through contractions |
Gotta stopwatch timin' every moment that it happens |
We reached five minutes so it’s hospital time |
I call ahead to see the doctors arrive, my wife’s laughin' |
Now I properly drive like the cops are behind |
But there was barely any traffic so we got there in time |
I’m a little scared, but she ain’t got a worry in sight |
She’s a warrior, exactly what you want in a wife |
It’s been several days of epic pain, every day she wakes up |
Finally she’s comin' to that second stage of labour |
I sit next to her, squeeze on her hand |
Put a sponge up on her head and say, «Breathe if you can |
I love you so much, baby, you’re so strong |
I could never do this but you so easily can» |
She said the pain is insane like her abdomen’s ruptured |
Like someone’s got a knife, and they’re stabbin' her stomach |
She’s like «We have to do somethin',» the nurse said, «It's natural |
Relax, it’s just a sign that it’s actually coming» |
She’s like «No, it’s too much, it’s too hard to get out» |
I’m sayin' any words I think’ll help at calmin' her down |
Doctor’s like, «You're nearly through the worst part of it now» |
Take a look and see my little king is startin' to crown |
They all tellin' her to push, and she’s screamin' |
She’s saying that it hurts, I tell her to keep breathin' |
It’s like ‘push' is the only word that they’ve said now |
Then I’m shocked by the massive scream she lets out |
The doctor’s like «Yes, now the head’s out» |
And then I watch as he quickly pullin' the rest out |
It’s so amazin' to see my son in the flesh |
I can’t help but notice he hasn’t taken a breath, now |
They put a little plastic thing in his mouth |
While the doctor’s two fingers are slightly pumpin' his chest down |
I start panicking, something’s gone wrong |
They push me to the side, I can barely see what’s goin' on |
He’s not breathin', they need to resuscitate him |
He’s suffocating, I see that it’s something major, I feel |
So helpless, I wish I could come and save him |
I pray that my son’ll make it, it’s taking ‘em fuckin' ages |
Everyone’s in shock, I’m just listenin' in |
Holdin' my breath, wishin' I could give it to him, fuck |
At twenty minutes, now they’re stoppin' |
They turn around, they say, «We've lost him» |
I’m in shock, I can’t talk |
I’m starin' at the ground, I can’t walk |
They hand him to us, can’t believe the size of him |
The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen but there’s no life in him |
My wife’s cryin' like, «Why aren’t they reviving him?» |
I said, «They tried for twenty minutes» she’s like, «Try again» |
Now I’m feelin' like I’m stuck in hell |
This is the worst pain I’ve fuckin' felt |
I’ve been ten years clean, but now I’m drunk and on the drugs as well |
I’m doin' anything to numb myself, but nothin' helps |
I believed in God, for that I feel dumb as hell |
Can someone please tell God to go and fuck himself? |
I’m sorry, yo, it’s hard to be faithful |
It’s painful, heaven must be runnin' out of angels |
He died from asphyxiation, no air in his lungs |
A parent should never have to bury their son |
Especially one that’s so precious it has barely begun |
That’s one thing in life that should never be done |
I prayed for a son, and they blessed me with one |
My biggest gift, now his presence is up |
And I’m crying at the thought, he won’t ever feel a hug |
Or the tenderness of love that he’d be gettin' from his mum |
Sent him from above, but why take him? |
It’s like I’m being punished for the negative I’ve done |
And it’s killin' me that Christmas time is barely in a month |
So I’m doin' what I have to do to spend it with my son |
(No) |
Where did you go? |
Are you alone? |
How did you get there? |
I need you at home |
Where did you go? |
Are you alone? |
How did you get there? |
I need you at home |
I need you at home |