Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carry On, artist - Guvna BDate of issue: 17.05.2018
Song language: English
Carry On |
| On the 18th of July 2017 |
| 3AM I was asleep, wifey intervened |
| And said «Your brother’s on the phone, wake up» |
| I took the iPhone, hi bro, I beg you say something |
| This don’t feel right so |
| He told me Daddy’s on life support |
| Doctors are saying we need to come in |
| I hung up and starting rushing |
| Wifey wanted to come but I told her stay behind |
| Didn’t wanna believe that anything could happen to my favourite guy |
| But she came anyway, typical, always by my side, it’s reciprocal |
| She rides when it’s difficult |
| Jumped in the whip, put the keys in |
| A13 and I’m speeding praying without ceasing |
| And then I pull up to the hospital |
| My brother’s on his feet but my mum she’s on her knees |
| I hope the doctors haven’t dropped the ball |
| Cos if he dies it’s like she’s lost it all |
| And then I pulled up to his bedside |
| And I saw him wired up |
| I swear my faith got fired up |
| I said «Lord you’re higher up |
| Help my Daddy rise up |
| And fight tough» |
| But he didn’t, times up |
| They say the Lord knows best, how |
| Because I’ve never felt so let down |
| Ay yo my Daddy was a good guy |
| And even though we had good times |
| I couldn’t even say goodbye |
| Carry on |
| I’m losing patience, I’ll still carry on |
| Nobody told me it would take this long |
| Questioned my faith and where my pain belongs |
| But maybe pain ain’t wrong |
| I know pain is pain |
| We all feel it in different ways |
| When my Pops passed away |
| That really tested my faith like |
| What about the grace like |
| Lord knows I prayed life |
| How come he never came through |
| Before the graveside? |
| Now I’m at the gravesite sad |
| Thinking bout all of the memories we had |
| Like when I first got sponsored by Adidas we were the same size |
| So I used to give you all the trainers I didn’t like |
| Your favourites were the Stan Smiths |
| And man it hurts that you’ll never meet you grandkids |
| You deserve to see your last name expanding |
| When I was younger you would put up with my antics |
| But I turned out fine, so did Joel |
| And I know earth was never your home, it’s just a hotel |
| When God checked you out it was more than just a oh well |
| Cos you gave the fam big wins you didn’t hold L’s |
| The day you never went to work, that’s a cold hell |
| Huffing up and down the field, you were our Odell |
| Whenever I flew out for shows you told me go well |
| Forever grateful, and I thought I was forever faithful |
| I can’t lie I been struggling like I was never able |
| So God if you are, help me recover, help my mum stop crying, help my wifey, |
| help my brother |
| Carry on |
| I’m losing patience, I’ll still carry on |
| Nobody told me it would take this long |
| Questioned my faith and where my pain belongs |
| But maybe pain ain’t wrong |
| I remember back day when you told me «Tidy your room» |
| You was popping to shop but you said you’d be back soon |
| As soon as you left feet up I was watching the cartoons |
| Time of my life till you got back, bout half 2 |
| I ran to my room started scrambling |
| You was coming up the stairs feet stamping |
| Burst through the door I saw your face you weren’t ramping |
| I started making up excuses I was rambling |
| Then you did your cheeky little grin, then you burst out laughing |
| Felt like you wanted to be angry but you just couldn’t help it |
| Then you walked over to my bed, sat down and then called me over |
| I thought I was about to get the belt or something but you just sat me in your |
| lap |
| You took my hand, and put it in the air |
| Then you said, «Son, never be lazy. |
| Hands are made for working.» |