Cloude - We Came from the Trenches текст песни

Текст песни We Came from the Trenches - Cloude



I pray to god the almighty father, that they don't come get us (Oh oh)
We known each other forever, together
We came from the trenches
He like my brother I'm down for whatever, whatever the weather
We gettin' money together, forever 'cause they wouldn't let us
We felt the pressure to go and do better in so many levels
And it's never easy to come up from nothing, when so many jealous
Ain't wasting no time, we still gonna shine through any endeavour
It's cold in these streets it's fucking depressing
Could somebody love us
I don't wanna talk, it's cold in my heart
My mind on vendetta (Yeah yeah)
Voice of the streets, I'm feelin' like Durk
So I wrote a letter (Durkio)
Came from the Earth, I'm still doin' dirt
Been like this forever
And niggas sayin' they'll come for me
But I'm still living so comfortably
I don't need any company
'Cause misery loves company
Tell me what they really want from me
I'm suffocating and it's hard to breathe
Insomniac I can't fall asleep
Body scars make it hard to bleed
I'm never wrong nigga arguably
No ones even as hard as me
The bloods different in my arteries
The very last of a dying breed
Pain in my scars is apart of me
Bloody eyes make it hard to see
I've seen things you've never seen
These niggas tryna knock me off my feet
I'ma leave an opp obsolete
Off a nigga real properly
I pray to god the almighty father, that they don't come get us (oh oh)
We known each other forever, together
We came from the trenches
He like my brother I'm down for whatever, whatever the weather
We gettin' money together, forever 'cause they wouldn't let us
We felt the pressure to go and do better in so many levels
And it's never easy to come up from nothing, when so many jealous
Ain't wasting no time, we still gonna shine through any endeavour
It's cold in these streets it's fucking depressing
Could somebody love us
I got niggas that I really care for
I was locked up and wasn't there for
My young niggas like Pilots
'Cause they flying niggas like Airports
And I'm still in the field, I be posted up like a scarecrow
Me and the devil made a deal so I'm sending shots at your halo
Smokin' niggas like it's gato, leave his top blown like volcanos
Couple shots to his naval, put a hole in his middle like bagels
I've been really tryna lay low
But when's it beef I can't say no
'Cause ain't no love for my enemies
They can not fuck with my energy
They wanna turn me to a memory
But only god could get rid of me
A pussy nigga I will never be
I'm too used to the treachery
All I've ever known is tragedy
Hell on earth is reality
So run up on me I'ma let it go blam
2 pistols on me like Yosemite Sam
I pray to god the almighty father, that they don't come get us (oh oh)
We known each other forever, together
We came from the trenches
He like my brother I'm down for whatever, whatever the weather
We gettin' money together, forever 'cause they wouldn't let us
We felt the pressure to go and do better in so many levels
And it's never easy to come up from nothing, when so many jealous
Ain't wasting no time, we still gonna shine through any endeavour
It's cold in these streets it's fucking depressing
Could somebody love us



Авторы: Eman Obong, Emanuel Obong


Cloude - We Came from the Trenches
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дата релиза
13-06-2020




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