Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Carry On, artist - K21.
Date of issue: 05.04.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Carry On |
My luggage packed a little hollow |
It’s for travel funds I begged for, stolen or borrowed |
Last day of my journey and I’m unsure what follows |
But I ain’t fallin' asleep because I’m going home tomorrow |
And I’d love to stay forever and a day |
But I gotta pack it up and get on the next plane |
And I learn a lot from wherever I stay |
But no one ever really seems to get it when I say |
That Adelaide is my very own |
Home, cult city with the churches where I roam |
A place that you might never go, but fall in love |
If you get to know it enough, so allow me to set the tone |
State of the festivals, when it’s burning up here |
'Cause you ain’t had a summer this hot till you come near |
Home of some of the best beaches that you’ll ever see |
The same shores that they used to turn away the refugees |
Spread knowledge but a little love is all that we need to grow |
Epidemic with ice and most of us ain’t seen the snow |
Still I carry on moving with what I need to know |
I love this city but once in a while you need to go and |
Pack a couple things in your carry on |
Not too much, it’s just to carry on |
Lemme take you to a place that I call home |
We could spend a couple days 'fore we carry on |
Pack a couple things in the carry on |
Not too much, it’s just to carry on |
Lemme take you to a place that I call home |
We could spend a couple days 'fore we carry on |
Carry on, carry on |
Carry on and on and on |
Carry on, carry on |
Carry on, on and on |
Chicago, that’s my very own |
Ho cops shoot kids and they carry on |
We gon' burn this bitch down like |
P.E., «Welcome to the Terrordome» |
The Windy City is a tale of two sides |
Somewhere in the middle, the truth resides |
Out west you can see the poverty in they eyes |
Down south you can smell the gun smoke in the skies |
Up north is a disguise, the party is live |
You almost forgot this is where |
Got assassinated in his own sheets |
Then a black roses grew from the concrete |
Born in Hawaii but developed 'round my street |
The first black president lived around me |
Yeah, I pack the carry on, get the |
I got a spot on the lake we could get married on |
The best food in the world, there’s no comparison |
I welcome you to my own lil scary home |
Now unpack come on |
Carry on, carry on |
Carry on and on and on |
Carry on, carry on |
Carry on, on and on |
Carry on, carry on |
Carry on and on and on |
Carry on, carry on |
Carry on, on and on |