Представляем точный текст композиции "In The Air" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Joe Budden . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «In The Air» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Joe Budden передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Joe Budden - "In The Air"
Lyrics to In The Air : (feat. Phil Collins) [Intro: Joe Budden] Chea, GC, Rest In Peace Mojo, Rest In Peace Champ gon Rest In Peace Little Reg gone Rest In Peace Slick Senior, you gon Rest In Peace Keith gon Rest In Peace I need all yall to Rest In Peace To all my niggaz Rest In Peace [x2] [Verse: Joe Budden] I know my dead homies watching upon us But uh, I aint gotta know a nigga to mourn See a real nigga crying its torture Get the candles and the drinks We gon have our own wake on the corner You could just vision All of the memories Hennesy guzzling and you buggin Cuz you was just with him God called for his son it was time You gotta have peace with the Lord Wish you its on just one last time Some think that nothin about it is good He got what every nigga dreams of, hes out of the hood So why we all sit in the hood cryin liquer Hes in heaven laughing like "look at my niggaz" They all sobbing, them tears aint stopping God throw em a sign and let them know Im still watching Time passes and things get poppin Like "He woulda wanted, if he was here that woulda been his option" Its back to old times as if he just popped in You had to take somebody Jesus not him All my real niggaz put a lighter in the air Theres a fighter in the air That cloud right there And I know my time is coming like everybody elses (But) But by then I hope that everybody felt this Always that one hateful nigga make it seem like everybodys jealous Somebody here dont like me breathin I know somebody heres tryna spite me steamin Spite how I ride these Sprees and dap me Goin to projects, at the end of the night Im leavin One of my old mans has now burnt out Mic off me, never know how things turn out Cuz even your close friendsll steal ya Come to think of it, I could be real cool with my po-tential killer Thats called taking the bitter with the sweet The skip with the verse The gift with the curse Somebody wants to see the kid in a hearse But Ill die for this rap shit, clips will disperse Kill for this rap shit, it gets reversed Murder you lethal (So) So dont watch if the convertable bleeds you Take your pick with the clips How you want it, reversible or see-through' I be another locked dog in the fort And another wake on the corner will be all my fault Another body inside the Caddy Thatll make my Moms right cuz Ill be in jail just like Daddy Daddy come home, something aint right I think the Lord bout to call pon Uncle Mike Mike got high and he wasnt too strong Doc said he got cancer and it wouldnt be long Said in another six months hell be gone Pops still play that one gospel song every morn Stopped gettin high so its no more pipe And they found medicine thatll extend his life Years past and, Mikes still here hes not hurt Gospel song every morn its funny how God works Wait! Hes got the disease, hes different again Hes starting to get sick and shits missing again Now that monthly cheque hes spending again Goddamn Uncle Mike is sniffing again Dad, Mike sprung And God put the cancer in his lungs like Fuck that cure you had a choice Disease is so cunning when you trippin high You cant throw away the gift of life Nigga you take it or leave it Nigga play it to keep it Nigga safe retreated Cuz if the Lord come take it you heed it No funeral homes, not for you And I dont really wanna visit in the hospital Dont wanna see you like that cuz Imma be too scared Id rather meet my own demise and meet you There God I cant make pretend At least take me first so I aint gotta see you take my friends Some things I cant even figure, like why you have to take him for' Come on God answer me nigga Another tatoo, another name sprayed on the back window of the car for a month Another family shattered, in tears Another night on my knees with a new name added to my prayers All the things we still feelin Cuz on a nice day when the skys clear Im gon see yall staring Extend your arm, take this pound To all my lost soldiers in the booth with me while I lay this down Cmon [ In The Air Lyrics ]
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