paroles de chanson On Earth - ThisisDA

I get it, though
You feel like Liston lying on the ground
Out by KO, it's only the first round
Ignore the sound of the people gathered round
Alongside the feeling that you only let 'em down
Should be proud that you showcased the strength to show up
Rocked with your word and your balls hauled up
They called truce, you saw and called bluff
See the weak get going when the going get tough
Keep them fists firm tucked in them sparring gloves
You keep a full heart, they got mawga ones
They didn't wanna fight but they started one
Stick 'еm up like rotisserie and carvе 'em up
Need more than good luck knowing many will come
Many appear tall though many will fall
From a peasant; to a knight; to a baron; to a royal
When the call come you could lose it all
Stay busy on the brawl

Who on earth I'd be? I didn't know
I didn't know, or see
Before the earth I'll leave, I gotta sow
I gotta sow, and reap

You the lucky number 9 on the 11-a-side
Up and down the pitch, you prep for the assist
But only been served the absurd since
You observe what you heard but words are just a thing
The midfield ain't been listening
Plus the left-back only wants his back scratched
Gets worse when you stating the facts
It's all fading to black
Feel tense, times taking you back
Don't wanna get subbed but you aching in fact
Your back's breaking and leg's shaking
The pace that you lack
Can be replaced by a face fresh, able, and stacked
Stats look like the type to outshine
And that gets to you in a new way
But who says that you ain't
Gonna be the one once it's all done
So play 'em all: 21-to-1
It's about where you going
Acknowledging where ya from til ya done

Who on earth I'd be? I didn't know
I didn't know, or see
Before the earth I'll leave, I gotta sow
I gotta sow, and reap
Who on earth I'd be? I didn't know
I didn't know, or see
Before the earth I'll leave, I gotta sow
I gotta sow, and reap

So take it from a real one
I know precisely how you feel
Done try'na prove a point to everybody but still run
The fifth gear, you Flo-Jo, they still come
Lack of belief - the wreath peel to real crumbs
No done deal til the deal done
If you real you would live it how you feel, huh
Keep it loyal to the soil that you fell from
Be a swell one
It's tooth and nail til the hell come