Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Good Run, artist - Raz Simone. Album song Solomon Samuel Simone, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.03.2013
Record label: Black Umbrella
Song language: English
Good Run |
Now we both know |
It’s time to move on |
We hurt one another |
When our love is so strong |
In the end |
Life wins over love |
So let’s clap for ourselves |
Because we’ve had a good run |
Now what’s love compared to the stress |
If i’m with the right one shouldn’t I be at my best? |
She left |
And that was the last test |
I said it the last time, but this is our last stretch |
I can’t run another lap with a partner that can’t pass the baton |
And a player can’t coach the coach on, am I wrong? |
Well maybe sometimes |
But what’s a ride-or-die who won’t follow me through my crimes |
What’s a ride-or-die who won’t put it all on the line |
Baby girl you knew the contract before the paper was signed |
Like you didn’t know I work hard almost all of the time |
It’s funny to me the same things that make girls come, make them leave |
No pun intended at all |
I keep running into walls |
Withdraw, then feel withdrawals |
And it feels good to know that I’m human |
But it hurts worse to know that you abuse it |
Now we both know |
It’s time to move on |
We hurt one another |
When our love is so strong |
In the end |
Life wins over love |
So let’s clap for ourselves |
Because we’ve had a good run |
You copped a ticket out of town at the same time I was bombarded by shoot outs |
Hood shit and politics, money was looking small a bit |
Shit got fishy quick and you were the halibut |
Hallelujah I hollered bitch |
We couldn’t go to church enough to clean up all our sins |
And even if we could we would get involved again |
Fall again |
What glory is found in being taller than the smallest men |
I was blessed with the wisdom of King Solomon |
Coincidentally cursed with the same follies and |
Numbers of women who would follow him |
It can be lonely even when so many call you friend |
We built a tall temple upon a pile of sand |
Things hardly ever seem to go quite as planned |
Damn, damn… at least we ran. |
Now we both know |
It’s time to move on |
We hurt one another |
When our love is so strong |
In the end |
Life wins over love |
So let’s clap for ourselves |
Because we’ve had a good run |