Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song So Close, So Far, artist - Statik Selektah. Album song 100 Proof (The Hangover) - The Instrumentals, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 22.02.2010
Record label: Brick
Song language: English
So Close, So Far |
Wouldn’t it be nice if the banks didn’t fuck up the loans |
And people ain’t have to move out they homes? |
(homes) |
With no GM or AIG |
And for that matter no cancer or A-I-D |
Yes, I’m sure we could all agree |
That the world I’m talkin about is where we would like to be (be) |
Worried about debts, recessions and foreclosure |
Too much stress, somebody pass me the doja (the doja baby) |
So I could just float (float) |
And not have to worry about payin my car note (note) |
But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was |
But it’s still cool just to dream man because |
I’m high for sleep, I’m high for work (I'm high for work) |
It always seems so real, then fades away (away) |
I know I sold my soul, I |
I guess these major deals ain’t all they seem |
Not quite what I was (dreamin of) |
One world, one heart (not quite what I was dreamin of) |
So close, so far (not quite what I was dreamin of) |
No tears, no scars (not quite what I was dreamin of) |
We’re so close, so far (not quite what I was dreamin of) |
I need more than sixteen, Stat' |
We was lookin for change 'til Barack came |
Sooner lookin for change but these rocks ain’t |
Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high |
And my kids growin quick and my lady’s growin tired |
So my outlook’s dim and my house is eventually without any heat |
Unless it’s comin out of me |
See, wages is minimum |
The race that I run feels Usain quick and I’m in ankle weights and Timberlands |
Life’s tryin to lap you |
Them hustlers fast but life is a three course meal, let them fast foods |
Have it for now |
Quick money never stays, get your money, stay patient, outlast it for now |
Before I lay down, I thank God for the blessings |
Every bit of success, as well as my imperfections |
Cause ain’t nobody perfect, everybody searchin |
For happiness, we livin like every day’s urgent |
Every day’s harder, ain’t nothin here promised |
To live as Will Smith, you must endure the Chris Gardners |
Wale, we good |
Dreamin on a lullaby |