Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Another Song , by - Z-Ro. Release date: 28.02.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Another Song |
| Hold up let me hit my Hypnotic |
| Aight you rollin? |
| I’d just like to take a minute to apolgize to my listeners |
| I just wanna say I’m sorry for not havin any songs about happiness |
| Or bein in peace and shit like that |
| See I can only display my personal feelings and experinces |
| And so far I ain’t felt what happiness feels like |
| And experinced anything but hard times and heartache |
| So I apoligize for not makin you dance |
| I apologize for not havin any sarcastical songs |
| You know that good feeling with e’m |
| That put a smile on your face |
| I ain’t had nothin to offer accept for frown |
| So for that I’m sorry I promise if I can sing another song |
| I wish I could tell you my life was good but it’s not |
| I wish misery, city runners were cold, but they’re hot |
| So many situations to deal with, I can’t concentrate |
| A hundred homies and everyone is fake |
| How can I make it out the ghetto it want let me go |
| Seems like everytime I do a good deed, good deeds never return to 'Ro |
| I gave up my last so somebody could have a start |
| Then somebody got me locked behind bars |
| What a way to show ya love back-homie you a friend for life |
| For your crime I’m doin time in the Penn tonight |
| It’s bad enough I lost a family my luck ain’t live |
| Mama died when I was 6 and Daddy ain’t have enough time |
| To kick it with me-like I wanted him to kick it with me |
| Now that I’m incarcarated you wanna come and visit with me |
| But I ain’t holdin no grudges Daddy I love you that’s my word |
| Even though you had me sleeping on a curb… I wish I had another song |
| These are the days (these are the days) |
| We cherish them because soon they’ll be gone away (soon they’ll be gone away) |
| On to another place |
| Pretty soon I’ll be gone |
| Twenty-summod years of calling God on this mobile phone |
| If it wasn’t for my life style I’d sing another song |
| I wish that I was ridin around in a Bentley |
| But maybe Z-Ro living lavish just ain’t meant to be |
| Cause I’m the type of fella that’ll give a bum a hundred dollars |
| I’d rather help out my people instead of poppin my collar |
| I wish that I could get a million copies sold |
| If I’m broke I’d rather die I don’t want no more poverty-'Ro and oh |
| Sometimes I wish that I was somebody else |
| Cause I can’t even pay bills even though my CD’s want stay on the shelf |
| Strugglin and I’m strivin and just barely strivin |
| Bobbin and weavin-my last breathe time after time |
| And it seems that I want ever get no rest I’m exhausted |
| Tryna make it-compare the price and pain is what the cost is |
| Maybe if I was evil I’d be rolling in bread |
| Until somebody with a pistol come and opened my head |
| But my mission is keepin ambition |
| I’m trying so hard even though my soul is scarred-oh Lord… |
| I wish I had another song |
| These are the days (these are the days) |
| We cherish them because soon they’ll be gone away (soon they’ll be gone away) |
| On to another place |
| Pretty soon I’ll be gone |
| Twenty-summod years of calling God on this mobile phone |
| If it wasn’t for my life style I’d sing another song |
| I wish that I could sing another song |
| But my rhythm is too much pain |
| Sunshine is the level that I think I’m own so tell me why it’s so much rain |
| Day to day it’s a struggle in my lifetime |
| To keep from creepin I be stayin in the G |
| No crimes commited so tell me why I’m doin time |
| And nobody wanna come and set a nigga free |
| Sometimes at night I smoke a cig and sit back |
| And wonder why the whole world hate me |
| So much ambition I just gotta pull my wig back |
| Wishing murder would come on and take me |
| I wish that I could sing another song |
| I’m tired of sleeping in rivers of tears all night long |
| No point in wonderin why my people use to do me wrong |
| Stuck in this reality until my life is over and gone |
| These are the days (these are the days) |
| We cherish them because soon they’ll be gone away (soon they’ll be gone away) |
| On to another place |
| Pretty soon I’ll be gone |
| Twenty-summod years of calling God on this mobile phone |
| If it wasn’t for my life style I’d sing another song |