Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song R.I.P., artist - Kero One. Album song Color Theory Instrumentals, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 24.09.2012
Record label: Plug Label
Song language: English
R.I.P. |
I was 16, when the bell on the phone rings |
It’s my homie from church, an ex dope fiend |
A little older, wore his heart on his shoulder |
A hiphop head so we connected on the totem |
Back then I’d kick verses and he’d be on the scrotum |
I wish he were around to hear these verses that I wrote Him |
Just to clear the air, confusion and misquotings |
A good kid with black clouds following his motions |
Like «hear ye hear ye» but they don’t hear me |
The headline I’ve read for the tenth time, its eerie |
«three dead, including Sunday school teacher |
An ex dope fiend, turned extroverted church leader» |
Is this real? |
my hairs raised suddenly |
I’m drowning in emotion while shivers swim subtly |
I read on «an affair that ends tragic |
Teachers pleads for life down the barrel of a magnum |
Then point blank shot dead together with his lover |
Before the lovers husband took his own life from him» |
My eyes turned red, welled up a watered gaze |
From hurt, fear, and let down in lots of ways |
God! |
Why would you allow this if you save? |
When evil lurked within, why did my homie disobey? |
We got one life, is it ok to be afraid? |
At least we got that option stomping through this maze |
Its ok to be afraid, many don’t have that option, that’s |
So we mourn today |
Here one day, then gone away, things will never be the same |
I remember her soft skin and her caress |
The mistakes that I made and her grace when I confessed |
Like politics me and her it was complex |
But all the stains would wash away, each time our minds |
Connect |
We had history, old school like a cassette |
Together we opened doors, explored, she knew me best |
I imagined us forever, ever, ever |
But now I wish I never met her |
Why won’t this feeling letup |
I can’t forget her staring at our empty bed |
The silence is screaming at me, so I stay awake instead |
And in the sheets, there’s rooms for extra legs |
On my phone no SMS, missed calls, or messages |
From tying the knot, to farewell goodbyes and |
My stomach twisted up in knots like Bear Grylls tied them |
The start and end, it comes full sphere |
From the cradle to the grave, I wish you were here. |
Here one day, then gone away, things will never be the same |
It’s been a little while since I seen your face, getting kinda hard to move on |
But the pain is motivation, though its frustrating you don’t know what you have |
until it’s gone… |