Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Subway, artist - Big K.R.I.T..
Date of issue: 12.08.2021
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Subway |
Yeah, reminisce |
Reminisce |
Yeah, yeah, yeah |
I’m praying for you even if you don’t ask |
Just in case the drink might be our last |
And those times we laugh and smile become a thing of the past |
I’d rather smell the flowers now before I’m under the grass, I know |
We got a habit of holding onto those grudges |
Emergency break loving |
Some folk just ain’t budging for they kinfolk |
Until they ride in that limo |
Kind of parade that you don’t wave out the window |
That’s a sad story, we never dreamed we’d make it past forty |
Now that we pushing thirty living fast just ain’t worth it |
I’m tryna plant a seed and grow it on the richest surface |
Have a child with my queen, the closest thing to being perfect |
Perhaps this verse is better suited for a song |
But sometimes a hook can water down what’s going on |
And a freestyle will get the point across before too long |
I pray my words chime like church bells when I’m gone |
The lifestyle of ripping and running is cool for starters |
I’m tryna live for now and still focus on tomorrow |
Uplifting times and sorrow even if the time is borrowed |
And be the kind of king like my father |
All I ever wanted was to make my parents proud |
Ever since I left the and got my ass up off the couch |
The road less traveled but I wouldn’t change the route |
I put up with the bullshit to put on for the South |
A lesson learned |
Cuz shit get crazy when you’re finally grown |
Despite the silent nights God never left me on my own |
Made me strong, now I gotta big up my family |
Big up my friends, so if these biggies belittle |
We’ll be bigger than them |
I seen it though, clear as day |
I get tired of leaving home, sometimes I’d rather stay |
And kick it to my pops about the biz |
with my brothers and hang out with they kids |
I hope they still remember who they uncle really is |
I heard they walking now, no more crawling in the crib |
No more drinking bottles cuz they asking for a sip |
I can’t let ya |
Thinking back to when grandma used to give me all those lectures |
Now that I’m older I can see from her perspective |
That money don’t buy love, happiness or heaven, blessings |
I hope my tongue convey that I’m serious and that you feel it |
If these my last words, let them be more than lyrics, Krizzle |
This is for if you reminisce over me, my God |
This is for if you reminisce over me, my God |
This is for if you reminisce over me, my God, Krizzle |
(This is for if you reminisce over me, my God) |
(This is for if you reminisce over me, my God) |
(This is for if you reminisce over me, my God) |