Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Survive It, artist - Ghostpoet.
Date of issue: 03.02.2011
Song language: English
Survive It |
I’m 44 years old and life ain’t golden |
Like Jill Scott said |
When you got no cash |
Got no check book, got no credit card |
Life is pretty hard |
I’m sure you can see that and plus under-rated, plus bear knock-backs |
Been shown the door cause they talking 'bout cutbacks |
And you think «what next?» |
left or the right door |
Key in the door but the door won’t open and heartbeat frozen |
Look to the heavens, but nobody’s coming and the pie’s in the oven |
So you stop mind wandering, and back to the present |
It’s a dinner for one with the dimmer lights on |
And you’re trying get atmosphere |
Like she was here, but she’s long gone |
Like Rocky Balboa and Adrian |
Teardrops while you sip on the Evian |
No no no no no no |
I ain’t on a licence to kill like double-O |
I just wanna live life and survive it |
No no no no no no |
I ain’t on a license to kill like double-O |
I just wanna live life and survive it |
I gotta move man, but it’s hard when you’re glued in place; |
I so desperately wanna leave this pace |
In a steamy hot bath I just hide my face; |
The world looks different underwater |
I could’ve had a son or a daughter |
When I had the chance took a trip to Majorca |
Life is a funny thing with the twists and turns |
And in the bad times it just breaks and burns |
But as you get older you just live and learn |
You shrug your shoulders and be the bigger man |
But I remember, nights in December |
Fairy lights and torn up wrapping paper and happy times |
Now it’s happy slaps and «how big’s your gat?» |
and all that crap; |
I’m like allow that |
I know there’s reason to part but I’ll get through |
If I just remember that: |
No no no no no no |
I ain’t on a license to kill like double-O |
I just wanna live life and survive it |
No no no no no no |
I ain’t on a license to kill like double-O |
I just wanna live life and survive it |
I know |
Times are hard |
You’re against the wall, and |
Your head is down, but |
I think |
You’ll get there soon |
Just have a little faith mate |
It’ll all turn out great |
Yeah |
It’s all mapped out, like one of them Sat-Navs |
You need to get over there, then down to here |
Go down the road and left at the roundabout |
Head out the window, so much to shout about |
I’m naturally buzzing, allow pessimism |
To burn in the flames like a phoenix has risen, well I hope so |
That’s the plan in the end: get a nice house, a few true friends |
A wife I can cry with, laugh and create with |
Kids so beautiful they’re truly a blessing |
But I’m just guessing, just speculating |
Thinking out loud you know all that’s what I do |
And I don’t know much but I know what is right |
Don’t want regrets, going to try my best |
But I’m only a man doing what I can |
And I’ll go forth with these words in my hand, in my hand: |
No no no no no no |
I ain’t on a license to kill like double-O |
I just wanna live life and survive it |
No no no no no no |
I ain’t on a license to kill like double-O |
I just wanna live life and survive it |