Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Go Inn, artist - Şevin. Album song P4MH: Church in tha Jungle, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.08.2017
Record label: hog mob muzik
Song language: English
Go Inn |
| Yeah |
| Yuh |
| For Real |
| Ay |
| Blood stains on my t-shirt |
| I’m so d-sturbed |
| I’m on the curb |
| On my knees |
| With a chest full of e syrup |
| It don’t ease nerves |
| It just reverbs when I breathe |
| Why can’t I just reach for what I need? |
| Like I’m chained down to this dang town |
| My feet clamped to a street lamp |
| I had a good heart but that thing drowned |
| (Peace) Peace he’s searching for years |
| Heart full of grief it’s hurting his ribs |
| Daily we grieving and maybe the reason for the sickness |
| We witnessin' murderous kids right |
| Smoking plastic |
| That open casket will steal yo smile |
| Especially when they kill your child |
| Uh |
| My life is so grim |
| Would it be better if I chose Him? |
| Cuz out here the light well it glows dim |
| Would it be brighter if I go in? |
| I done lost fam I done lost friends |
| Can’t get enough of that gun violence |
| Like a comic book it go BOOM |
| No talk and that gun be so silent |
| Two and a half square mouth that beef be thick |
| No cuts no hidin' |
| Funk right across street with my childhood friends |
| Gotta keep the chrome by me |
| It’s so grimy |
| Can’t swim but he in too deep |
| Can’t cope so nose divin' |
| That lean help him get some sleep |
| No hope but his soul cryin' |
| That root hitting under that tree |
| Big clouds keep his pain hidin' |
| A gangsta what he chose to be, see |
| My life is so grim |
| Would it be better if I chose Him? |
| Cuz out here the light well it glows dim |
| Would it be brighter if I go in? |
| My life is so grim |
| Would it be better if I chose Him? |
| Cuz out here the light it glows dim yeah |
| Would it be brighter if I go in? |
| Yuh, For real |
| Ay, Ay |
| Rollin' with my soldiers |
| Trying to touch enough dough that they think we own a bank |
| Pouring drank loaded off enough venom |
| We could make a cobra faint |
| Rallies on that Nova paint |
| Them Cali boys be holding rank |
| In the alley of death’s valley |
| They piling us up in holding tanks |
| Elementary school we holding shanks |
| Restless in a bed of war |
| Bullets rain and metal pours |
| Berettas when we settle scores |
| You better protect yo necklace |
| And the breakfast for the predators |
| Death is not a metaphor |
| We busy bout the devil’s chores |
| Yeah we need help God |
| We need sight |
| For real, huh |
| We need help |
| Please Lord we need light! |
| Dear Lord |
| My life is so grim |
| Would it be better if I just chose Him? |
| Oh I need to know |
| Cuz out here the light is so so dim |
| Would it be brighter if I go in? |
| My life is so grim |
| Would it be better if I chose Him? |