Представляем точный текст композиции "Carry On" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Shyheim . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Carry On» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Shyheim передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Shyheim - "Carry On"
Lyrics to Carry On : [Intro: Shyheim, sample] "Is that any way for a man to carry on, carry on carry on" - sample repeated throughout intro Mister education, Im on my way, lets go, uh huh Ask yourself, if you was me, yeah, carry on, but you aint got now [Shyheim] Layin in my cell, starin at the ceiling, oh what a fucked up feeling The things that I used to adore, I no longer find appealing And the girl I loved so much, she started exhaling While I was jailing, my niggaz turned the other cheek So I stopped calling, I sensed they aint wanna speak I couldnt go to sleep, no one to hug but my sheets Kept bangers for the beef, that follow me from the street Dear mama, I wrote you a letter, why you aint write back' Must of went right back, to the pipe and crack If it wasnt for grandma, I would of been hung up But I heard her voice in my head, tellin me to be tough I put the sheet back on the mattress, where the fuck is my matches When I need a cigarette, you aint feelin my pain yet So, anybody, everybody, somebody, please Tell me, is this any way' [Chorus x2: sample] "Is that any way for a man to carry on, carry on carry on Oh oh... yeah..., carry on" [Shyheim] Last night I couldnt sleep, I tossed and turned Heard hell was hot and dark, and the fire really burns My lawyer firm, couldnt get this day to germ So Im sittin on the edge of the bed, I lit a C, I journed Took a deep inhale, blew out the smoke, like fuck it kid It is what it is, Imma die in jail And for my last million, you know the God, from the mob ate spaghetti Soon as I birthed, the C.O. jerked "Franklin, you ready'" I guess so, he like lets go, my comrade next go Scream "hold your head, babe bro", Yeah yeah See you when you get there, Imma have it crackin For every G mackin, in this sad fashion, we started laughing The funny thing was, it wasnt nothin funny At the end nothing matters, the God,drugs or the money Im shackled bashful, walking down the corridor Chains draggin on the floor, I said a prayer for all of yall [Chorus x2] [Shyheim] Seven four pound, Im wakin up to a count Washed my face, brushed my teeth, rinsed my mouth My super three, blastin ODB off the meter And I sip a cup of Folgers, fresh off the stinger Got my greens on, sittin with my feet up Waitin on the porter, to bring my feed up Cuz yesterday, in the fish tank, a bitch nigga got ate And beat up, Im blowin, stick after stick But stayin on my water game, avoiding the dirty dick I aint rich, I dont spit on no home for niggas chicks Stay in my gangsta pose, like every move I make false, click click You can catch Shy in transit, with my eyes open Scopin out for my bandits, it better be more careful Like the book written by Shannon, I never signed in Got disciplinary record, that Flex cant even split Im a soldier, I thought I told ya My rep rap in the kept, like seven up, not the soda I stopped at Wendys, but it wasnt for a burger Im a Clinton hub thug, and the green bloods get no love And in Marcy, I really see niggaz cough up a lung But Im really tryin to chill, get closer to home And God forget, the fish kill, yea, Im that real deal [ Carry On Lyrics ]
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