Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Stories , by - Jon Oliva's Pain. Release date: 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 |