Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Your Voice , by - Brandyn Burnette. Song from the album Feature Films, in the genre ПопRelease date: 02.03.2017
Record label: Home Planet
Song language: English
Your Voice |
| I know I’m crazy, definitely hazy |
| But right now I feel like life is quite amazing |
| No sea of changing anytime soon |
| Man, it’s so strange when you wake up to the truth that |
| We take for granted all the special things we’re handed |
| But I still know my God is one for second chances so |
| Go find the glory, go write your story |
| But just don’t lose your head along the way while you exploring |
| My phone gets boring, this world’s a forest |
| We cut 'em down and build a nation that’s ignore it |
| People got problems, bigger than money |
| We see these oceans so we leave the faucet running |
| It’s never easy to see the joy inside a child’s eyes |
| Holding to his mama as she laughs and he smile’s wide |
| Little does he know it, that boy’s a poet |
| 'Cause he’s the reason why I wrote this song to show that |
| I know that money talks, but baby boy don’t lose your voice |
| Fighting over energy, who is the enemy? |
| We spending millions out in space but we got plenty needs |
| Right on this holy green, we live in doubt by greed |
| But we’re to busy working dead end jobs to make us neat |
| We still got hungry streets, we still got mouths to feed |
| I don’t need nothing but a dream and opportunity |
| Don’t need felony, this modern slavery |
| So many choices, we don’t know just what this freedom means |
| It’s never easy, I see the joy inside my nephews eyes |
| Holding to his mama as she smiles and his eye’s wide |
| Little does he know it, that boy’s a poet |
| 'Cause he’s the reason why she had that life to show that |
| I know that money talks, but baby girl don’t lose your voice |
| From my head to my toes, tryna stay composed |
| But my heart’s becoming cold and I’m frozen |
| Anywhere the wind is blowing I’m going |
| I’ll be floating till I die like my homies in the sky |
| R.I.P. |
| Charlie, hope you still remember me |
| Back in high school used to smoke and drink Hennessy |
| How can it be life, don’t go on in the sleep |
| We wanna believe but belief is the enemy now |
| It’s never easy, I see the joy inside a child’s eyes |
| Holding to my brother as I’m staring in his crying eyes |
| Little does he know it, that man’s a poet |
| 'Cause he’s the reason why I wrote this song to show that |
| I know these demons talk, but baby boy don’t lose your voice |
| I know this money talks, but baby boy don’t lose your voice |
| I know these demons talk, but baby boy don’t lose your voice |