Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Didn't Wanna Write This Song, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 28.11.2019
Song language: English
I Didn't Wanna Write This Song |
| Your son wonder when you comin' home |
| I wonder why you couldn’t make it home? |
| I wonder why they love you when you gone? |
| I wonder if you know how much they miss you? |
| Crenshaw, now they yellin', «Crenshaw» |
| Crenshaw, now they wearin' Crenshaw |
| I wonder why they love you when you gone? |
| (When you gone) |
| I wonder if you’re there right now (Right now, Ayy, Dom) |
| I wonder (Ayy, this classic shit, Dom) |
| I wonder if you’re really listenin' to what I feel right now? |
| (This L.A. shit) |
| I wonder |
| I’m hopin' you’re the peace that’ll make 'em really care right now (Throw them |
| dubs up) |
| But you’re gone and it just isn’t fair right now, right now (One time for our |
| nig', we got the world lit) |
| On God, the work is never done (We love you, Nip) |
| The good they die young, used to be my son |
| Even when it waivers, the pain I feel is numb |
| Know that you were loved, yeah |
| I didn’t wanna write this song |
| Didn’t wanna write it, so it’s from the heart |
| Even brought your homie from Leimert Park |
| Smokin' papers on Vernon for the hurt |
| Reminiscin', you and Blacc Sam built it from the dirt |
| Los Angeles, the gift and a curse |
| Focused on your neighborhood but you shifted the earth |
| You had the Staples Center packed like a church |
| Whole South Central put they hands on your hearse |
| I wonder if Heaven got a Slauson |
| You with Biggie and Pac, look at you, big as the bosses |
| Headed to a marathon, look at your nigga, he flossin' |
| Your legacy untouchable like Emani and Kross is |
| On the days that I’m feelin' exhausted, think about uncle Snoop at the funeral |
| talkin' |
| This type of shit you don’t see that often |
| Stevie Wonder singin', he can’t even see your coffin |
| I wonder if you’re free right now, yeah |
| I wonder if you’re happy, are you livin' out your dreams right now? |
| I hope the angels are givin' you your wings right now |
| The hardest thing that I had to sing right now |
| Right now, right now, oh, God |
| The best was yet to come (Sometime) |
| The good, they die young |
| Used to the be sun even when it rains, yeah |
| Pain I feel is numb |
| You’ll always be loved |
| I didn’t wanna write this song |
| Ayy, shit sound like it look |
| All the history you made, nigga, I could write a book |
| You had the Eight Treys walkin' with the 60s |
| I witnessed it all, you was right there with me |
| From Eritrea to South Central |
| From South Central to Brooklyn, look at what you been through |
| Mind over matter, yeah, it’s all mental |
| But I still don’t trust 12 when I see 'em in my rearview |
| Six years ago, I could of been you |
| Me and some of my old homies had the same issues |
| If I come, tell God to let me in |
| Give 'em the room next to Aaliyah with ESPN |
| You got tears fallin' down the cheeks of Mexicans |
| You got a number in my phone I can’t text again |
| And if they killed you, they could kill Game |
| But I don’t mind dyin' if it’s gon' bring real change |
| Say hi to the sky, now it’s your turn to fly |
| Still we cry (Still we cry) |
| I wish I could have protected you there |
| Just say hi to the sky, now it’s your turn to fly |
| Still we cry, cry, cry |
| Still we cry, yeah |
| Cry, cry, I cry |
| Didn’t wanna write this song |
| Dear rap game, we can’t take no more losses |
| Thank you God for Nipsey Hussle |
| King of L.A., Slauson |
| Clap for him, clap for him |
| The marathon continues |
| I didn’t wanna write this song |