Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Get Over, artist - Lil Wayne.
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Get Over |
Yea, real rap, real rap fo ya Lighters up, lets get 'em |
Chorus — Nikki |
Thooouugh, though I’m missin you |
I’ll find a way to get through |
I know livin without ya is impossible |
Gooonnee… I know you gon live on Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya Stay strong, be tough, that's what the preacher tell ya He never really felt ya, so he can't even help ya Need a |
shoulder to lean on, somebody to cry to It's like everything's gone, but I'm a survivor |
Standin on stage in front of thousands |
Don’t amount to me not havin my father |
That’s real talk, I know a lot of y’all got 'em |
But you need 'em way more when you gotta go without 'em |
And I’m without 'em, but that’s life y’all |
Sometimes you gotta learn to swim with no lifeguard |
I’m alright God, shit I’m still breathin |
But lose hurt like bullets, I’m about to start bleedin |
Throw me down some comfort, cause my heart need it Tryin to cope wit my chances and meet 'em |
There’s a dark road ahead, but I’m tryin to take it easy |
Rest in peace Lil Beezy, my nigga |
(Chorus) |
Thooouugh, though I’m missin you |
I’ll find a way to get through |
I know livin without ya is impossible |
Gooonnee… I know you gon live on Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya |
[I miss my dawg I can’t believe that it’s over |
but I’m a soldier, so I gotta over, can’t stay sober, I’m just tryin to get |
over] |
Smoke cush all day and pop painkillers |
Fuck who don’t understand it, this what the game did us This what the streets showed us This how the block made us, the same block where they layed 'em |
I pray every time I cross the spot on the pavement, save me Lord will I be next for the taking? |
Take me I know I’m livin like I know when I’m comin |
But I’m just livin cause I know that it’s comin |
And the end is comin, but I ain’t runnin |
I and hidin and duckin, I’m in the middle of a war, I’m alive and love it |
I’m just speakin from the heart of the diein public |
We still beatin, we gon rise above it Though it seem like they cheatin and we loosin |
We survive if nothin, they could never take the stride from strugglin |
I gotta ride |
And sometimes that ride get bloody |
But I just think about my buddy and go after that money, but uhh. |
(Bridge) Nikki |
Ohhh, we gotta get over, we gotta get over, gotta get over |
it’s almost over, and we gon be alright |
Straight Patrone out the bottle to the head now |
We gettin read now, bitch my nigga dead now |
And all the things I never said, I gotta say it now |
I shoulda said it then, now I gotta talk to clouds |
Now I gotta walk around, brim down |
Just tryin to find my way to the next day, escape |
Ya birthday could be ya death date |
So I’m livin like it was just yesterday, let’s pray |
Ten fingers together, can’t bring 'em together |
It’s murda murda, I don’t think it get better |
So be a competitor or get out the weather |
Me? |
I got a umbrella and a berretta |
I’m just tryin to make sure my daughter future progressin |
And behind that, I’m shootin excessive, trust me The beautiful dead, we livin wit the ugly |
I just tell my pops wait for me, I’m comin |
(Chorus) x 2 |
Thooouugh, though I’m missin you |
I’ll find a way to get through |
I know livin without ya is impossible |
Gooonnee… I know you gon live on Cuz you were my brotha and I love ya, and I miss ya |
[I miss my dawg I can’t believe that it’s over |
but I’m a soldier, so I gotta over, can’t stay sober, I’m just tryin to get |
over] |
[I miss my dawg I can’t believe that it’s over |
but I’m a soldier, so I gotta over |
can’t stay sober, I’m just tryin to get over] in background over and over while |
talking |
They ask me why I wear shades at nighttime… cause I don’t wanna see nothin! |
Yea. |
Like I said, life ain’t nuttin but a long extended road, keep drivin |
I done passed up plenty people up on the side of road, no help, keep goin |
Yea… Lost a lot of passengers on the ride, kept goin… yep… |
who knows when I’ll run outta gas. |
Yea. |