Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Next Man [CD Bonus Cut], artist - Everlast. Album song Whitey Ford Sings The Blues, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 07.09.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Next Man [CD Bonus Cut] |
Haha |
In there, but for the grace of God, go I |
It’s kinda neat |
I wonder what it means? |
I rock a jam for love |
I quit my band for love |
I smack the chrome tool right out your hand for love |
Make you cry like a dove, leave you standing alone |
In a world so cold, watch the drama unfold |
Cause you sold your soul, now you fearing your death |
Sniffin' crystal meth 'til their ain’t nothin' left |
But, rock bottom hurts when you hit it |
You start to reflect on all the friends you shitted |
Your pride won’t admit it, so you start to sink lower |
Your Caught in a flood, and you tryin' to find Noah |
If you hungry and you near me, yo, you gonna get fed |
If you sleepy and you need a place to lay yo' head |
Come take my bed, I’ll sleep on the floor |
Cause these are the times that friends are for |
I see everybody out here doin' for self |
And they don’t give a damn on the next man |
Puttin' status and wealth over God and health |
I can’t wait 'til you the next man |
I get uptight for love |
You know I’ll fight for love |
And I might keep my wifey up all night for love |
And when the daylight comes, I be seein' mad bums |
With no shoes on their feet plus nothin' to eat |
I can’t save the whole street, so I feel like I’m beat |
And why I play the game when nothin' gonna change? |
The only change that’s wanted is loose in my jeans |
I get rushed on every corner by a bum or a fiend |
I’m tryin' to keep my diem, I try to give to the poor |
Tryin' to get through this life and get to that door |
I’m all up in this mix for these final ticks |
Going all the way to seven and it’s half past six |
I pray to God for love |
I make G hot for love |
And I just might blow your freakin' car for love |
I make you sing «Hey Love» like my man King Sun |
I freak the art of noise over all you toys |
Better bring you boys, summon all you crew |
No matter what you do, it’s coming back on you |
Just like a planet orbits, let your spunge absorb it |
Logical conclusion is b-boy fusion |
And confusion say that he want control |
Of your mentality, your body and your soul |
So if you lose your hold, come and take my hand |
And link up this chain, cause money that’s the plan |
I’m tryin' to get through this maze, not to win this race |
We either ridin' on a horse or walkin' on our face |
So come take your place on the side of love |
And swallow up your ego and your pride for love |