Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Walk the Line, artist - Sean Strange. Album song Street Urchin, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 01.11.2010
Record label: C.P.R
Song language: English
Walk the Line |
| I remember back in '98 when I was a teen |
| Gettin' high, makin' paper like a copy machine |
| You wanna know my favorite color then it gotta be green |
| You tryna get up in my head like a lobotomy team |
| You think I’m groggy and mean |
| Lookin' at me like I’m probly a fiend |
| I need to thank God that I’m clean |
| Too many people never made it out and now they pay the piper |
| Livin' a life full of shit like a baby diaper |
| The 'caine made me hyper and a little evil |
| Robbin' neighborhood drug dealers like the shit was legal |
| Your whole team turn into different people |
| My daughter would be turnin' 3 |
| What a shame I didn’t get to meet you |
| Never believed I’d be alive today, my mistake |
| The sky is grey, perfect time for me to fly away |
| I’ll never die until the mission complete |
| Feel my career been punished for what I did in the street |
| Now take a walk with me |
| And I’ma give you the truth |
| Lately feel like I should live in the booth |
| Now take a walk with me |
| The world ain’t nothin' but pain |
| Too many years that I been fuckin' insane |
| Now take a walk with me |
| And peep the way that I rhyme |
| Every line I write, I’m takin' my time |
| Now take a walk with me |
| And get to know what I do |
| Every time I flow, show and I prove |
| Now take a walk with me |
| And try to hear me out |
| When the album through then you’ll know what the fuck I’m really bout |
| And I’m dedicated to gettin' on |
| I love my fans, you know I hope that you never forget me when I’m gone |
| A long time I took with every rhyme and beat |
| Mind unique when I’m round the smoke like a fire chief |
| Life of a creep, hear the audio version |
| Our music touch your heart like a cardio surgeon |
| Learn from the pain you’ve overcome |
| Whether you’re old or young |
| Or on the corner hitchhikin' with a broken thumb |
| Hold a gun in bed like Henry Hill |
| I know how empty feel |
| Or doin' dirt, the type of shit that get you killed |
| Kneel in confession, should’ve gone there more |
| Instead of tryna flip them keys like a hardware store |
| Bein' poor kept me hungry, recordin' a rhyme |
| Tryna make that Johnny Cash while I’m walkin' the line |
| Now take a walk with me |
| And I’ma give you the truth |
| Lately feel like I should live in the booth |
| Now take a walk with me |
| The world ain’t nothin' but pain |
| Too many years that I been fuckin' insane |
| Now take a walk with me |
| And peep the way that I rhyme |
| Every line I write, I’m takin' my time |
| Now take a walk with me |
| And get to know what I do |
| Every time I flow, show and I prove |
| Now take a walk with me |