Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Your Feet´s Too Big, artist - Chubby Checker.
Date of issue: 30.05.2011
Song language: English
Your Feet´s Too Big |
God, y u let the devil produce kokain, it’s seduced my friends brain’s |
I hope u can C, I kan not let this be It’s time 4 me 2 step up I ask all 2 understand im bekum’in uh man |
So it’s time 4 me 2 rise &clear these Lies |
Kokain, uh product of the devil |
It seeps in my friends brain’s, make’s em’feel level |
God, Alleviate Lucifer’s hate &inaugurate my pear’s clean slate |
This Kokain’explains Y this pain remains |
God, my Unique Soul’s conflicted for my Dawg’z R addicted |
Lord, 4 the life of me, I kan not C, Y u don’t notice |
The devil’s got they life in that strife &there's no bliss |
Well this man wont take-it |
Show me that thing, Ill brake-it |
Here me lord, no more, I DON’T GIVE UH FUK |
Im fed up, please lord C that my friends R stuk |
Jesus Christ, pick em’up |
Fuk the lies &Madness |
These R desperate cries from Sadness |
SOON, 1 by 1 my friends turn to the gun, BOOM |
Now u kan find this Souljer on the boulder stare’in 2 the moon |
God I kan’t understand why kain’s on this land |
I ask all 2 perceive my art |
Kokain’s uh produkt of the devils deceitful heart |
At the start I didn’t know yayo would rip life’s apart |
I would have stopped them then, b4 it dropped 4 men |
Kokain, put out from Lucifer’s lust |
Listen, as I Bust these absurd words my cheek’s glisten |
Emotion’s Hard 2 speak, tears fallin’down my cheek |
Dear god, please lord, My spirit feel’s week |
These Here Tears aint madness im writen |
Kokain aint no game 4 my friends, there soul’s R fighten' |
Y u depressed, when I ask that they blast bak |
Please, holy spirit, no lies, these my cry’s kan u hear it 2 those who left take uh deep breath bekuz u escaped death |
Things turned bad bak here &Lord knows I aint shed my last tear |
I pray every night for the next day 2 B light |
But for them, my dear friends, the kain’s in they brain &it's dark |
Left uh gaping hole in they intricate soul |
I kant do no more, 2 many life’s R tore |
Last night I was kryin'&my tears reached the floor |
My essence was dyin, flyin’out the door |
I love my friends oh so Much |
But they have my deepest trust so I must not speak |
Just watch em’fall deeper each week |
God, the stake’s kokain creates bekum’z steeper each week |
I want 2 ask them 2 stop the emotional violence |
But it’s un-fair, lord I swear my soul’s been silenced |
So I pray 4 u 2 help them get through what the kokain’s about 2 do When the clock strikes 11 and they soul’s lifted 2 heaven |
Judge them not as if they were addict’s |
Please c that was just they mind’s habit |
Understand — these boy’s never became uh man |
Please Lord watch over my friends |
I now give my beloved krew up to u Peace &luv |
~**Chubz Written**~ |