Your native language

عربي

Arabic

عربي

简体中文

Chinese

简体中文

Nederlands

Dutch

Nederlands

Français

French

Français

Deutsch

German

Deutsch

Italiano

Italian

Italiano

日本語

Japanese

日本語

한국인

Korean

한국인

Polski

Polish

Polski

Português

Portuguese

Português

Română

Romanian

Română

Русский

Russian

Русский

Español

Spanish

Español

Türk

Turkish

Türk

Українська

Ukrainian

Українська
User Avatar

Son


Interface


Niveau de difficulté


Accent



langue de l'interface

fr

Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Politique de cookies   |   Soutien   |   FAQ
1
s'inscrire / se connecter
Lyrkit

faire un don

5$

Lyrkit

faire un don

10$

Lyrkit

faire un don

20$

Lyrkit

Et/Ou soutenez-moi sur les réseaux sociaux. réseaux:


Lyrkit YouTube Lyrkit Instagram Lyrkit Facebook
Mr. Probz

Streets

 

Streets

(album: Against The Stream - 2017)


I could be somewhere in the cold
Where dreams come and go
Out there in the streets with no hope
Or a place where they know
Not to trust
What good would that be
And they know
Not to love
What good would that be
What good would that be

Would you like me if I had a gun
Dodging cops always on the run now
Getting caught up over petty drama
Selling drugs to somebody's momma

I'm telling you these streets ain't
These streets ain't so pretty
I swear everything that glitters ain't gold
These streets ain't
These streets ain't so pretty
I've been loving these streets but I don't wanna love these streets no more

They know nothing
About bullet holes and that silence, they don't wanna know
Looking at that judge
Thinking that he got you this time
They don't wanna know
Talking to your loved ones through a window
Days, hours, minutes winding down real slow, real slow

Would you like me if I had a gun
Dodging cops always on the run now
Getting caught up over petty drama
Selling drugs to somebody's momma

I'm telling you these streets ain't
These streets ain't so pretty
I swear everything that glitters ain't gold
These streets ain't
These streets ain't so pretty
I've been loving these streets but I don't wanna love these streets no more

I can't sign out
Get pulled back when I climb out
It won't let me go
It won't let me go
Took me long enough to find out that time out just saved my soul
I remember all the pain that the game caused me
I remember falling down, falling down to my knees
Praying I won't be the next one, to fall to these streets

Would you like me if I had a gun
Dodging cops always on the run now
Getting caught up over petty drama
Selling drugs to somebody's momma

I'm telling you these streets ain't
These streets ain't so pretty
I swear everything that glitters ain't gold
These streets ain't
These streets ain't so pretty
I've been loving these streets but I don't wanna love these streets no more

fait

Avez-vous ajouté tous les mots inconnus de cette chanson ?