Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song One More Time, artist - Locksmith. Album song Olive Branch, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.03.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Landmark Entertainment
Song language: English
One More Time |
Ooooooh |
Ooooooh |
Ooooooh |
Ooooooooh |
It was yesterday you was standing right besides me looking in my face saying |
that you love me (you love me) |
Now I wonder how many yesterdays this ol' broken heart can take or will it just |
keep breaking (everyday) |
Now I appreciate all of the times we had together, but selfishly I wish you |
were still here |
You make me better |
The place you’re in has got to be more peaceful than this pain that we’re |
facing here |
Still I wish I could talk to you just— |
(One more time) |
And I wish that I could see your face just |
(One more time) |
Even though you’re smilin' on me, wish you could still hold me |
(One more time) |
Can’t believe you’re never comin' back home |
Sometimes I feel so alone and I |
Wish that I could talk to you just |
(One more time) |
April 30th, 2010 |
Approximately 5 PM |
My world shook |
The aftermath of my family was not subtle |
My reaction was to climb inside a bubble |
But sometimes— |
Feels like you was taken for a reason so you ain’t have to witness the sickness |
plaguing our region |
You ain’t have to deal with the wickedness that I’m seein' |
It’s crazy how we treat human beings |
You won’t believe it |
Every week a different murder |
The police just murmur |
People posted up on their phone through service |
We shun the truth & praise negligence |
Presidential candidates that are openly prejudice |
Lie for whatever, more divided than ever |
Contamination in our water, people try to do better |
Non-profits are non-prophets that profit off your emotions so executives can |
pay for their promotion |
It’s fucked up |
(One more time) |
And I wish that I could see your face just |
(One more time) |
Even though you’re smilin' on me, wish you could still hold me |
(One more time) |
Can’t believe you’re never comin' back home |
Sometimes I feel so alone and I |
Wish that I could talk to you just |
(One more time) |
And I’m happy it’s no longer you can suffer |
My one regret is that I never made you a Grandmother |
But ever since I been Rappin' the likelyhood that would happen is even less |
I just pray you understand, Mother |
My pessimism is rightfully kept in vision |
Terrified to raise a child in the land that death is given |
So freely, but it’s cheeky |
They pillage beneath this village |
And the privileged don’t acknowledged that they’re privileged |
You mean to tell me I’m liable to go to jail if I felt the need to suceed in a |
business I built myself, bruh? |
We work hard, our backs swelters while the rich build dummy corporations |
created as tax shelters |
And we don’t get the credit and there ain’t nothin' to stand for |
People pray to God & the Government for the answers |
You ain’t even smoke & you still died from cancer |
(One more time) |
And I wish that I could see your face just |
(One more time) |
Even though you’re smilin' on me, wish you could still hold me |
(One more time) |
Can’t believe you’re never comin' back home |
Sometimes I feel so alone and I |
Wish that I could talk to you just |
(One more time) |