Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stories, artist - Jon Oliva's Pain.
Date of issue: 21.03.2008
Song language: English
Stories |
I got stories for days, kid |
Stories for days |
Yeah |
I got stories of life |
Got stories of pain |
Got stories of love, I got stories of drugs |
I got stories of God, got stories of me |
Got stories of people who I know and that I see |
I got stories of times in my memory |
Stories of my friends and all my enemies |
Got stories of the nights, stories in the safe |
Come on over, you’ll get the story of the day |
Get the story of the day |
It’s gettin' late I throw my coat on |
My exit what I prolong |
Haven’t been here in so long |
But all of my friends are so gone |
So they won’t notice |
I make my Irish goodbye |
Get outside, where it’s quiet |
Then scenery fills my iris |
Get on the road and pass the medium-sized houses dipped in white |
Drippin' ice, snowfall is like a giant poltergeist |
I call my lady, checkin' on her, hope she up I know I’m right |
I make a right and park the car at the rightest side of the yard |
And then, right when I park |
I get a call from momma |
Telling me my momma’s momma’s |
Bedside with a doctor saying she ain’t got me much longer |
I make my way as fast as I can |
She got Alzheimer’s and so she doesn’t know who I am, and yet |
Somehow she smiles, whole fam is there and cryin' |
‘Cept my Dad but yeah he’s stressing cause my mom is scared of death |
And she doesn’t want to let a parent go |
The strong one is my apparent role |
I smile and her eyes close, she goes |
I got stories of life |
Got stories of pain |
Got stories of love, I got stories of drugs |
I got stories of God, got stories of me |
Got stories of people who I know and that I see |
I got stories of times in my memory |
Stories of my friends and all my enemies |
Got stories of the nights, stories in the safe |
Come on over, you’ll get the story of the day |
Get the story of the day |
Yeah |
Fresh up out the freshman class, got to save the best for last |
Red sox cap-wearing Cass is who you know me as |
The frat house is where my homies at they rushed it early |
I saw ‘em go through pledgin'… body abuse to earn it |
Swallowing vodka like it’s water to impress the older brothers |
Puke themselves like they some models in this club |
This s***'* disgusting |
Not really my style |
But I did it too, the ridicule I got from fam was wild |
Connor what the f*** |
Been hearing on the up and up |
You partying with the wrong crowd |
Your quote-unquote brother caught a rape charge |
And molly is what he stays on |
Tellin' me that’s that s*** you went to school to do? |
Your momma slaves her life to pay your bills and you just cruising through? |
Nah brotha this ain’t you |
Telling my cousin to calm down |
He says «Dawg you family, if you fail you bring us all down» |
Chills… when somebody says what’s real |
He says «It's never too late to breathe life in time that you killed… get right» |
I got stories of life |
Got stories of pain |
Got stories of love, I got stories of drugs |
I got stories of God, got stories of me |
Got stories of people who I know and that I see |
I got stories of times in my memory |
Stories of my friends and all my enemies |
Got stories of the nights, stories in the safe |
Come on over, you’ll get the story of the day |
Get the story of the day |
I got stories of fear |
I got stories of faith |
Got stories I would never tell nobody in this place |
I got stories of livin' |
Got stories of dyin' |
Got stories of actually doing, stories of tryin' |
Got stories up, apartment’s on the seventh floor, I’m higher |
Stories of what’s real, I got some stories where I’m lyin' |
Got some stories so fire they could heat entire venues |
Got so many stories I’ma probably never get to but we movin' on |
Yeah |
Off-key, don’t care mother****** |
Yeah |
I got stories of me |