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• Artiste: J.L. Of B. Hood
• Titre: Silver
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Wear my heart on my sleeve You can make an assumption Is it hard to believe? We came from nothing Wasn't born with a silver spoon Any way you put it Werewolves hollar at the moon Love is a silver bullet Silver lining A silver dollar's still a dollar It's a silver dollar city I'm AG like silver Do you feel me? When I was young, got on my knees on the side of my bed Talking to God, I was praying 'bout everything I wanted As I got older, was forgiveness for something I did Then I realized that I was in over my head Told my homie that "It is feelin' harder than usual" My nigga said "You don't wanna make this shit harder do you?" My brother said to me "I just wish that my daughter knew you" Voices in my head rationalize all the juju Wear my heart on my sleeve You can make an assumption Is it hard to believe? We came from nothing Wasn't born with a silver spoon Any way you put it Werewolves hollar at the moon Love is a silver bullet Silver lining A silver dollar's still a dollar It's a silver dollar city I'm AG like silver Do you feel me? I pull the energy from both sides It's heavy but I'm ready, it ain't nothing you can tell me You can see it when I'm looking into your eyes I am not accepting less of what I've been expecting This a blessing, looking back at it was so wise To get away and find what I was missing is a bitch in this position But a nigga improvised You ain't gotta listen, it was written like this good But I am no Nas, got a few stories like a low-rise Still I pray God' give me more tries They forgot who the hope was Get stoned, break the law like I'm Moses Why oppose us? It's the truth here Hit a new tear, too rare Man, the mood weird Nigga flew spirit into new gears Super, too clear Medusa head when you do stare Really who care? Fix face on the Woo-weirdo Cream-cash rule everything around me, bro It is not my only motive, but about this dough Had to knock that for the hurt that had to happen, so Go to leave my heart on stages at a crowded show Spazzing in the booth is what it's padded for It don't matter the cost, as long as it's not his soul Grass gonna be green no matter what side it grow Woah