Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song A True Story, artist - Peter James. Date of issue: 01.02.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
A True Story |
| This is how a true story starts |
| Back when I was still so young at heart |
| Didn’t know who I was |
| Cause life was in the dark |
| Something clicked, and set the mark |
| Lightning like inspiration, the room lit up, I saw a spark |
| Learned how the fast paced life departs |
| Mind changing, take your time, climb to top of charts |
| I took the past, reversed time, to change all my directions |
| Took a weakness, made it better without any questions |
| This example, blowing off all their current projections |
| Heading north, unlike the 2020 elections |
| Made a mistake, filing for corrections |
| Just because they’re making money, doesn’t mean they came from blessings |
| Lesson one, the Devil’s work never goes unpaid |
| He wants more than handshakes, to make you lemon-aid |
| Well, I guess fame is what they claiming now |
| Sometimes I feel I like I was nothing but that’s changing now |
| Silent Riot, intentions are loud |
| You don’t stand for a solution, please sit the fuck down |
| Damn, a bunch of people tryna keep secrets |
| Make up stories, and the crowd will believe it. |
| See |
| I listen closely when you put weak artists on the come up |
| But then I see how they’re a quick one hit wonder |
| Electrifying, defying odds, now fear the thunder |
| It’s just a warning, forcing your hand, prepare for cover |
| Who am I, where do I belong? |
| When I wonder why I feel like I’m the next to prove em' wrong |
| I should make it a pun, when they discover that I’m it |
| But I’m ready for war no more «why can’t we be friends» shit |
| This is a prophecy, read the brail from the book |
| It took ya’ll a while, just to see what it took, they shook |
| And I just took out your queen |
| Watch the game, this checkmate, the pinnacle of strategy |
| Let ‘em be mad at me, giving mercy to the weak ones |
| No-one gave me a display of affection except my week ones |
| Peak the speaker, the dreamer, the leader’s teacher |
| Is preaching, reaching new heights, keep an honest demeanor. |
| Yeah |
| I never fear ‘em, they can tell by my facial expressions |
| Money motivated, waiting, I felt the progression |
| Damn, they keep asking my profession? |
| Tell ‘em making money simply by stating my perception |
| Injecting my beliefs, writing stories one verse at a time |
| Anxious to take back what’s rightfully mine |
| I’m ready, locked and loaded, pull the trigger, let em' have it |
| Feeling the rush run down my fingers, no backtrackin', Eric Clapton |
| Achro clappin' the masses, who laughed at his glasses |
| Back when his passion, surpassed the whole planet |
| People say I fell off, for three long years, Bitch |
| I’ve tripled my proficiency, to triple your fears. |
| Uh |
| Cause this is how a true story starts |
| Cause this is how a new story starts |
| Cause this is how it all fell apart |
| Weak and naive, with a dream to fly among the stars |
| So it starts… |