Informazioni sulla canzone In questa pagina puoi leggere il testo della canzone Carry On , di - WestonData di rilascio: 28.07.2020
Lingua della canzone: Inglese
Carry On |
| Yea |
| From one side of the globe to the next |
| Calling collect |
| But always coming correct |
| So thrilled |
| So thrilled foreal |
| I’m in the laboratory elevating hits |
| With an agenda and a list |
| And a pen inside my fist yea |
| And I was never one for delegating risk |
| Get the product in the package |
| And they cellophane the disk yea |
| I’m in your store |
| By the candles and decor |
| Pay a little bit of tax and it ship like this right |
| To any shore |
| I never couldn’t explore |
| Ninety four I got brought into the mix |
| Told the nurses no pix |
| Uh |
| I don’t need a camera crew |
| Learned to kickflip with a pocketful of camel blues |
| Underneath the gamma rays |
| Uh yea the family days |
| Then I went to serve, learned how to throw a hand grenade |
| Gotta get paid then I’m getting out of dodge |
| But |
| All in hindsight that shit looking like a mirage |
| Filmed a couple raps way back in the garage |
| Don’t you worry bout the show, it’s another marathon |
| Carry on, carry on |
| Got a little time left in the day |
| Carry on, carry on |
| And some brand new news on the way |
| Carry on, carry on |
| You gotta get it how you may |
| Cuz them predators will turn ya into pray |
| Carry on, carry on |
| So before you go to press play |
| Know that bullshit is always here to stay anyway |
| Now |
| Media hype |
| Never needed it right? |
| I’m just |
| Curing my conscious with a Pedialyte |
| Alright |
| Cutting the sugar ain’t the easiest fight |
| Cuz they fake sweet, they must of been the Stevia type |
| But we Trying it, why certainly |
| Afraid of heights but’d prefer to die vertically |
| Messing with words |
| I diverted and curved |
| The shit that raises concern |
| To get high off of hyperboles |
| Yea |
| Writing these versus is my surgery |
| This is not a flash in the pan it’s eternally |
| This the shit that pack in the fans |
| Like a passenger van |
| And have em lifting they hands Up |
| Like Hercules |
| Until then I’ll be in the marathon |
| Till then I’ll be penning out the songs like Psalms |
| Yea |
| Get it while the grounds fertile |
| Like a salute from a soldier to a colonel |
| Carry on, carry on |
| Got a little time left in the day |
| Carry on, carry on |
| And some brand new news on the way |
| Carry on, carry on |
| You gotta get it how you may |
| Cuz them predators will turn ya into pray |
| Carry on, carry on |
| So before you press play |
| Know that bullshit is always here to stay |
| Anyway |
| Come on |