Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Forgiveness), artist - Wretch 32. Song language: English
Forgiveness) |
| Holdin' on tryna be somebody |
| But it won’t be long before you need somebody |
| Holdin' on tryna be somebody |
| But it won’t be long before you need somebody |
| Excuse me my friend, forgot that you were standing there |
| Excuse me my friend, I don’t remember who I am |
| All I know is I was reaching for the stars |
| Let go everyone I had it from the start, start, woah, woah |
| Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness, hey, hey, hey |
| Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness, hey, hey, hey |
| Feel like I’m slackin' with my children |
| Focusing on rap tryna pack and shake the building |
| In a race with my own race, just to raise the roof |
| And I ain’t talking 'bout the ceiling |
| Here’s something to believe in: |
| No sleep, cause you’re livin' what you’re dreamin' |
| And it’s the lesson in itself |
| How my son can call me dad when I miss the parents evenings |
| Amazed I’m still breathin'; |
| Every other shot I feel my insides bleedin' |
| Grandad, turnin' in his grave |
| Cause I promised that I’ll be there for my gran when she’s grievin' |
| I used to be a man of my word; |
| Now, time seems to have got the best of my sentence |
| In that case I’ll have to adjourn |
| Cause the thought of an excuse is just as bad as the intention |
| Excuse me, my friend |
| I think I might’ve hit my head |
| Excuse me, my friend |
| I don’t remember who I am |
| Cause I’m holdin' on tryna be somebody |
| But it won’t be long before I need somebody |
| Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness (hey, hey, hey, hey) |
| Went to church to pray for a top ten |
| Then I went number 5, I ain’t been back again |
| But when my jewellery friend phones |
| Like they got new rings I’ll most likely attend |
| Hoppin' out a new benz, start the car from outside |
| When is this gonna end? |
| My mum’s still livin' in the ends |
| Spent jibs on tha wrist before I put her with celebs |
| I’m still livin' like a wretch |
| All I hear is fuck, fuck |
| All the girls have got tourettes |
| And no I don’t wanna bet |
| Even the odd bird wanna take me to the nest |
| I swear I only came for the music, but the more I touch notes |
| It’s like the more I get stupid |
| It’s a gift and a curse, but before I blame myself |
| I’m a say it’s what the tune did |
| My show’s home, go go this is my entrance |
| I raise the bar, pole vault, it’s rap athletics |
| A famous star, on his own, counting blessings |
| A loner: no one phones, I get the message |