Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walk the Distance, artist - Patrick Jørgensen. Album song Lifeline, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 11.06.2017
Record label: ArtistArk
Song language: English
Walk the Distance |
I was nine years old with a dream |
Just a tiny kid, tryna fit in |
And in between the times when I’m showing up at school |
I was with my friends, and I’m acting like a fool |
I’m dropping by the house, I’m in need of mama’s shelter |
Dropping by to see if there was anything that I could do to help her |
Whether that be taking out the trash or trashing up the kitchen |
It’s never safe to say with all the meals that you were cooking |
Every Sunday waking up to hot cakes |
Wait in line, see how much time that takes |
Feeding five of us kids sitting ring around the table |
When you were walking ill and barely able |
And our lunch bags had smiles of their own |
I brought it into school, if I didn’t leave it home |
I was on the move when your days were feeling long |
I was into trouble, you was barely holding on |
Wouldn’t change, hear me out, listen |
What I needed, shook my eyes and vision |
Used to be a time, wishing it was different |
Found it difficult, had to walk the distance |
Know you’re gone, miss your kitchen |
What you used to cook, love fixes |
Used to be a time, wishing it was different |
Found it difficult, had to walk the distance |
I was ten years old on a bike |
Dreams of going big member what it was like |
Adrenalin rush, out there looking for a jump |
I was never good, but I thought I was a champ |
I often came home with bruises on my knees |
Never had keys, you were there to let me in |
Patching me up, fixing supper, taking care |
Making sure my pain and my troubles disappear |
Airing out my lungs became a habit every night |
What I had seen was the things that I would write |
And despite the fact that it was rarely any good |
At least I felt like audiences really understood |
Up in all the mix you had a spiral of your own |
In and out of hospitals became your second home |
I was on the move, tryna find where I belong |
Often found a spot, but I knew that it was wrong |
Wouldn’t change, hear me out, listen |
What I needed, shook my eyes and vision |
Used to be a time, wishing it was different |
Found it difficult, had to walk the distance |
Know you’re gone, miss your kitchen |
What you used to cook, love fixes |
Used to be a time, wishing it was different |
Found it difficult, had to walk the distance |