Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song South, artist - Che Lingo. Date of issue: 22.10.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
South |
| Man, I grew up in the south |
| Made a man out of a mouse |
| Barely talk about my life though |
| No matter how had it might go |
| Keep it inside, oh |
| Don’t mean it’s right though |
| South, south, south, south, south |
| South, south, south |
| I grew up in the south, south, south, south, south |
| South, south, south |
| Where I grew up it was tests, bare trials and tribulations |
| Bro got post-traumatic stress from violent situations |
| I was that kid on the left with a objected observation |
| Grandma spoiled me to death, distracted me from danger |
| She knew I could end up |
| She don’t say too many prayers |
| Had to mind where I was playin' |
| Cah when hunger turned to hatred |
| Ain’t no curfew worth debatin' |
| Any bed I make, I lay in |
| I could slip and end up sleep |
| There’s no pillows on these pavements |
| Still my family did their best |
| My father’s spot was vacant |
| We know where the nitties cotched |
| Dirty sheets and no newspapers |
| ‘Member this one day I got robbed |
| Thirteen, walkin' ‘round my block |
| He said, «Blud, what phone you got?» |
| No fear clocked but I felt naked |
| Man, I grew up in the south (Man, I grew up in the south) |
| Made a man out of a mouse (Made a man out of a mouse) |
| Barely talk about my life though |
| No matter how had it might go |
| Keep it inside, oh |
| Don’t mean it’s right though |
| South, south, south, south, south |
| South, south, south |
| I grew up in the south, south, south, south, south |
| South, south, south |
| Yo, where I’m from, you learn to mind your business and write your lyrics |
| I don’t wanna bury no more bredrins or write to prisons |
| I ain’t tryna see my family argue or fight for pittance |
| Yo, they always say revenge is sweet, not like forgiveness |
| I left home when I was seventeen, blud, despite my feelings |
| Hate to say that it was meant to be, but I’ve been thinkin' |
| 'Bout my past and all these memories that drive all my decisions |
| I pray Jesus take the steerin' wheel and swerve them spiteful bitches |
| I got people I can never let down (Never let down) |
| Their physical bein' ain’t here but they watch from the Heaven in clouds |
| (Heaven in clouds) |
| It’s difficult seein' it clear with all these smoke and mirrors |
| Broken pictures, dusty baggies, woeful sinners |
| Me included, system says we’ve both been victims |
| Moved around so much in my teenage years |
| I swear down I still got motion sickness |
| Home, I missed it, so nostalgic and so distinctive |
| Dirty football boots in Banana Park, now the goals are different |
| Fuck what’s in your bag, man, my soul the richest |
| I grew up in the south (I grew up in the south) |
| Made a man out of a mouse (Made a man out of a mouse) |
| Barely talk about my life though |
| No matter how had it might go |
| Keep it inside, oh |
| Don’t mean it’s right though |
| South, south, south, south, south |
| South, south, south |
| I grew up in the south, south, south, south, south |
| South, south, south |
| I know exactly what the streets are missin', yeah, yeah |
| Put pen to paper tryna beat the system, yeah, yeah |
| I speak a prayer for my G’s, I miss ‘em, yeah, yeah |
| Then I hit the road and I complete the mission, yeah, yeah |
| My homie told me, «Bro, you be protected, yeah, yeah |
| Just be the voice we need and keep ascendin', yeah, yeah |
| We’ve been through struggles, learned some deeper lessons, yeah, yeah |
| So go remind them what they be forgettin' |
| Bro, you a legend |
| And you’re straight out of the south» |