paroles de chanson Strangers - Shahmen

Anything he does, anything he loves
My brother from another mother sent from the above
I tell it to you honest, this is everything I wanted
Been living in a house that was haunted
Haunted by the fact that I wanna start performing
Locked in a box here for years just recording
Throwing all the knives from the kitchen at my boredom
Gotta cut the cake and I ain't even got a portion
Took a lot of time but I chose not to force it
Maybe that was wisdom or maybe that was horse shit
All I know for sure is the world has it's forces
Some of them are hideous, some of them are gorgeous
Something like the smell of roses mixed with rigor mortis
But look into the bright side, past all the horrors
Did it really take, for me to see the day
Someone called it fate, I guess to say the same
How did I meet Sense, was something in the way
Found the beats I needed, but I never could've made
This world is truly strange, it only gets stranger
The scenery is beautiful, I also sense danger
Gotta make a living, just a writer chasing paper
Try'na tell my story till I'm facing with my maker
This world is truly strange, it only gets stranger
The scenery is beautiful, I also sense danger
Gotta make a living, just a writer chasing paper
Try'na tell my story till I'm facing with my maker
Back when I was younger, thought it was so simple
All I really needed was a couple instrumentals
No pen, or no pencils, just something I could vent to
I would spit for hours about the challenges I been through
Mountains that I climbed and the spirit that is in you
And then the wind changed and the way he would hitch you
Days grew colder, got a lot older
Tried to get high but I still feel sober
Friends and my girl kept calling me a loner
But what they didn't see was that I really was alone here
Try'na make a plan, only got a couple grand
Listing what I'm missing and I'm checking what I have
Stepping out the door like one day I'll be back
Hopping on a plane like I wonder about that
Been around the world, already cut 6 continents
Same pair of Vans slip-ons walked all of 'em
Found SENSE floating on a boat in Holla-land
Ever since then been building and acknowledging
This world is truly strange, it only gets stranger
The scenery is beautiful, I also sense danger
Gotta make a living, just a writer chasing paper
Try'na tell my story till I'm facing with my maker
This world is truly strange, it only gets stranger
The scenery is beautiful, I also sense danger
Gotta make a living, just a writer chasing paper
Try'na tell my story till I'm facing with my maker