Представляем точный текст композиции "Crutch" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Field Mob . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «Crutch» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Field Mob передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Field Mob - "Crutch"
Lyrics to Crutch : (Chorus) You are not alone cause Im going through this thing with you You dont have to cry no more If we make it through this pain, promise Im gon keep it real with you You dont have to cry no more (Boondox) I remember bein broke with no record deal (Kalage) Broke with no job (B) Too broke to smoke dope (K) Man, times so hard I wanna take my own life (B) Thats what pain do to you (K) But Im too broke to even die (B) I couldnt afford a funeral (K) Im too broke to spend time (B) Yall dont know how it feel I couldve been a metal welder (K) Cause I know how to steel (steal) (B) Naw, I aint braggin, Im just keepin it real I was so broke my wet dream was bout eatin a meal (K) Man I been homeless (B) You ever spent the night in the grass' (K) With ants and mesquitos (B) While they bitin ya ass (K) My best friend got shot nine times for nothin He was all I had, we used to lie and say we was cousins (B) Even momma turned her back on me, wouldnt look me in my face Im a disgrace to my folks... (K) Cause I aint graduate' (B) I aint have nobody (K) Man, I wish I was dead (B) I was alone so I turned to God and he said (Chorus) (Boondox) As far as I remember, I been in high school ever since elementary Since the fifth I been twistin spliffs and hittin the weed My eyes went through menestration every day in the summer At age six, my piss could crank up a Hummer Had a hooker mom, like Alfred she Hitchcock Bumped dad, cause when he visit it was like a pit stop I lived knock hard, like Jay-Z, boy ya won Things got harder, at age eighteen, I bought a gun A three-eighty caliber, for street crazy scavengers Tryna take my ''', Ill turn your hat lavender Sacks of herb in my pocket I smoke eventually Supposed to be sellin em, but its hard to give em away Livin the day for tomorrow, so on the down-low I used beats and rhymes, why not, look at me now From flippin dimes, playin get like me to get a dollar To ridin on my own twenties in my Impala, I aint cryin (Chorus) (Kalage) Well, I been hearin a lotta people say that bloods thicker than water Well answer this then, which would you swallow' I said that to say, it dont matter, friend or kin Shawn aint my cousin but he here through thick and thin (B) OK, I came up but all the faith folks came down (K) The script flip flopped (B) Now the game changed round Everybody wanna chill now, in my grill now Now my smile ice cold, white gold like whooooooaaaa! (Chorus) 4x [ Crutch Lyrics ]
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