paroles de chanson Praise GOD - Crooked I

Real shit, to all my loved ones in the cemetery
I′mma live it up down here
'Til I meet you at the crossroads up there
For our loved ones dead and gone
Turn it up, turn it up
Feel what I feel when you hear this song
Turn it up, turn it up
Could′ve went the other way
Could've went the other way
Could've went the other way
Could′ve went the other way
Could′ve went the other way
Could've went the other way
Could′ve went the other way
Could've went the other way
COB is my religion, what do you believe in
I believe in divine intervention I′m lucky to be breathing
Gun shots loud out of nowhere shooter tried to put me under cement
God intervene, luckily he seen it guess that right there wasn't in the agreement
Life is cold, I′ve seen it change niggas
I don't blame, when I hang with a thousand fucking gang members
Put you in shovel trouble my pistol's grave digger
Sipping that liquor prescribing it like it was vike and call it painkillers
Drinking, driving, swerving high on I′m thinking, crying, surging, fine
I′m sinking I am hurting why are all of my people dying
Why must you leave real niggas die while busters breathe
Where's the justice, just the other day I was thinking ′bout one of my dead homies and I felt something touch my sleeve
Maybe it was just a breeze
While I still got time in my hourglass
Could've went the other way
Could′ve went the other way
Could've went the other way
Could′ve went the other way
Could've went the other way
Could've went the other way
Could′ve went the other way
Could′ve went the other way
For our loved ones dead and gone
Turn it up, turn it up
Feel what I feel when you hear this song
Turn it up, turn it up
So what's the morale to the million dollar story
It ain′t about money, it's more about making something out of nothing
And if you can draw inspiration from that
That′s your millions dollars, shit
That's even more than a million dollars