Текст песни GUNNY (feat. The Gunny) - Zhalarina

Left, left, left, left
I said gunny I'm hurt like
New plan, new hand, no work, like
I'm tired of the same old dance
Trying to vibe when I know I can't

Ain't no sense in hiding where you're at
Aahh oooh
Call up GUNNY, I got your front, your side, your back
You're ready-made for this day
And your life ain't ever known lack
Now throw a grenade in this cave
Make a mountain grow a new path
Aahh oooh

And I mean to say it broke me not
My nephew call me paramedic because I'm
Cruising with the open shot
Look here, the benefit of a good drown
Is seeing hope float
Baby wallet on soaked loaf
I started measuring my pleasure in living
After beginning a descent into bad sprints and a broke run
My locs thinning, the doctor says that my spine's shifting
I should break the mileage
But she doesn't know what I'm running from

I pray to God through a clenched fist
If He's playing, I must be about to see him at intermission
Caught a valley and a split chin
When He made my perfection His business
I'm going to take two bunny steps to the right,
Alright?
Scooch for the goon with the room to fight
I'm calling for help like it's going to jump out the manger
Cause I ain't run up a mountain to become a cliffhanger
Oh

Ain't no sense in hiding where you at
Aahh oooh
Call up GUNNY, I got your front, your side, your back
You're ready-made for this day
And your life ain't ever known lack
Now throw a grenade in this cave
Make a mountain grow a new path
Aahh oooh

I don't even know I don't want to receive help
Drive standing so I don't inconvenience the seatbelt
You and me? Well, we know about Yeshua three nails
The way He felt, ****** would call Him a "female"
So for me? Tell? Rina going to spare every detail
Cause the bar could not be steeper when speaking for retail
But I'm hurting in my Birkin and trying to be well
That's like cuffing a vitamin and trying to B12
Yo
I'm finally dying to grieve well
Throw my pride to the water and pray it don't beach whales
Holy, Holy, Holy, Holy
I call for my GUNNY
You can press Him with a thorn but He's still coming for me
Almost said a vow in Spanish
I like to repeat L's
But He popped shame, I can remember the heat smell
I'm kind to each fail, I find the meek trail and

The mountain is that continual journey
That we find ourselves on
We're not walking a flat terrain
It might go from a 45-degree angle to a 90-degree angle
But I've got a lot of tools
And I'm able to reach out to somebody
Who can reinforce and support me
That's another tool

Ain't no sense in hiding where you at
Aahh oooh
Call up GUNNY, I got your front, your side, your back
You're ready-made for this day
And your life ain't ever known lack
Now throw a grenade in this cave
Make a mountain grow a new path
Aahh oooh