Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Grace , by - Angelo Mota. Song from the album House of Diamonds, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 26.10.2016
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Grace |
| They don’t know you like they used to |
| They don’t love you like they used to |
| They don’t love you like they used to |
| They don’t love you like they used to |
| (Strength) |
| Just another day of hate |
| Just another day of love |
| Just another day to wait |
| Just another day of drugs |
| Just another way of saying we ain’t really ready |
| Just another way of staying in if you will let me |
| (Fall-from-grace) |
| There before the grace of God go, I |
| Guess I’m sleepin' in my car tonight |
| Guess I’m guessin when the stars align |
| Guess I’m dreamin' of the stars tonight |
| Guess I’m speakin' to my God tonight |
| I don’t think I made it carbon, my |
| Footprint make it so I harm the sky |
| Ozone breaking, It’ll all be fine |
| I ain’t ready for a war again |
| I ain’t ready for the morgue again |
| I don’t want to have to mourn my friends |
| I ain’t steady, can you hold my hand? |
| I ain’t ready to be born again |
| I ain’t ready to record again |
| Salt water in my pores again |
| Open up and the sky and pour it |
| Angel sounding like a chorus |
| Cordial only in the moment |
| Solely focused on the pavement |
| Pave the way, it’s so important |
| A sunny day never come my way but all my rainy days is looking gorgeous |
| I’m tired of the winter weighing on me |
| Weigh my options, run away to Georgia |
| Shivering the globe |
| I ain’t ever warm |
| Think I’m gonna go |
| Think I left my phone |
| Think I still love the one I did before |
| Left my parents' house, I don’t think they noticed |
| I don’t feel like I be going anywhere but down (like they used to) |
| And you’re the only to hold me up and let me drown (they don’t love you like |
| they used to) |
| How the fuck it sound? |
| Where the fuck were you? |
| I was busy hanging from the neck |
| Cut myself down |
| Landed in a pit |
| You caught me in a ditch, you callin' me a bitch |
| You tell me I’m okay, you goin' to his crib |
| Now I’m the only giving a fuck that’s around |
| And that would be fine if I wasn’t always trying to find my home within the |
| ground |
| Just another day of hate |
| Just another day of love |
| Just another day to wait |
| Just another day of drugs |
| Just another way of saying we ain’t really ready |
| Just another way of staying in if you will let me |
| (Death) |