Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Miss You, artist - DMX.
Date of issue: 31.12.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
I Miss You |
i know that my saviour lives and at the end he will stand on this earth |
my flesh may be destroyed but from this body i will see god |
yes i will see him for myself and i long for that moment… |
gran’ma, i really miss you and it ain’t been the same |
i drop a tear when i hear ur name |
mary ella holloway why you gotta be so far away? |
you used to say «Don't worry, it’s gone be ok» |
But it ain’t. |
It’s like, when you left, you took the Lord wit you |
why could not i come when he came to get you? |
damn, i really miss you i had to say it again |
i remember the time when i was like, ten |
and crept up in the neighbor’s yard, yeah, bein hardheaded |
you told me that i would get it, you said it! |
and boy did i get it! |
but after you spanked me, you hugged me |
kissed me on my forehead and told me that you loved me |
and I saw that it hurt you more than it hurt me |
i thought how bad could this hurt be? |
i know now that’s why i’m dead outta luv |
whut i wouldn’t give for one more hug |
from gran’ma |
Baby, it’s gone be Ok"(Baby its gon be okay) |
She usta tell me that… |
«Baby, it’s gone be Ok"(Everything will be alright) |
I really miss hearin' |
but i’m about to say a couple of family members gone hate me |
but i’m gonna let you know whut’s been goin on lately |
you know since you left a lot of things bout your kids done changed |
yah jackie’s still crazy and i don’t know what’s up with james |
ain’t seen jerry in a while, you know he walks like you |
and rene’s back in jail, you know she talk like you |
but Q is doin real good now, she workin' |
rhonda’s still runnin around, trickin, jerkin' |
buckeye’s buggin', he gone lost his mind |
and jarvus back outta jail, doin' fine |
and collie he gone changed it’s not all about hisself |
and my father… well… that’s sumthin else… |
and butt he’s my dogg he done owe his grandma ground |
my great gran’ma makin a lout of trips outta town |
but that’s a good thing, if only i could hear you say once more |
Oh Lord, the comfort it would bring |
you left behind a mother, eleven kids and eleven grand kids |
and since then two of your grand kids then had kids |
i had a boy named Tacoma, Xavier’s brotha |
That’s right… it was Xavieur made you a great grandmother |
uhhh i thank you for the best times of my life |
i thank you for when you first met her, accepted, and luvvin my wife |
i thank you for those Sunday dinners, they were vital |
i thank you for my life (WHUT!) i thank you for my bible (UHH!) |
i thank you for the song that you sang in the morning «AMAZING GRACE» |
while I’m yawnin' |
i thank you for the two beatings that you gave me |
cuz i know somewhere along the line, those two beatins saved me |
when you died, i cried like a baby AHH! |
i begged the lord to take me UHHH |
cuz no-one else could give me whut u gave me |
and like when everything comes to an end |
i pray that i go to heaven to see you again |
amen |
amazing grace |
how sweet thy sound |
that saved a wretch like me… |
i once was lost |
but now am found |
was blind |
but now i see, yeah |