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点击复制作词 : Christopher Keshawn Jordan
作曲 : Christopher Keshawn Jordan
Yeah...
illa is a traveling man
I'm moving through places
Space and time
I got a lot of things that i got to do
Not now i'm coming back to you
Back to you
Memories don't live like people do
They always remember you
Well after all the things I could turn back
Its just the memories
Memories don't live like people
Memories don't live like people do
They always remember you
Well after all the things I could turn back
Its just the memories
I'm a traveling man moving through places
My grandma be trippin
Sometimes I take the whip and I'm ready to dip
Little cup of that Activist I'm ready to sip
One false turn and this whole vehicle ready to flip
My grandma be trippin
Sometimes I take the whip and I'm ready to dip
Little cup of that Activist I'm ready to sip
One false turn and this whole vehicle ready to flip
F**k it I lived a pretty good life so theres no reason to trip
I never asked to be so different
I swear to God I'm an alien that came from a different district
I wasn't supposed to make it up in this world, somehow I did it
I was under 7 pounds, I couldn't breathe, and lack nutrition
I never asked to be so different
I swear to God I'm an alien that came from a different district
I wasn't supposed to make it up in this world, somehow I did it
I was under seven pounds, I couldn't breathe and lack nutrition
My doctors were magicians
Struggling with trauma all my life I've been a victim
My own father abandoned me and left me with his addiction
Chemical imbalance, I ain't spoke till I was seven.
They thought that I had autism, but I just had depression
I know you got some pain too, so I'm gonna let you heal
I been m##### as a kid too, so I know how that ** feel
Stepfather beating on my mama, wishing his ass would chill
Don't put your hands on mama or this ** finna get real
We all knew his ass was drinking so we still forgave him still
That was a little bit too much info man, I think I should probably chill
Geeking off these meds I used to have seizures in my classroom
Ni**as called me weird, I had to fight them in the bathroom
F**k all them *** in my school that called me weird
I was in a war with God, tryna just hold back all my tears
In rehabilitation for three months, I felt alone
I couldn't go outside, I had no access to no phone
On the telephone, like mama please please please let me come home
Tears up in her eyes, she told me sorry and then hung up the phone
Feeling so alone, I felt like nobody else would listen
I transmuted that energy and became a ** musician
With a badass b*tch and a codeine prescription
All these blessings bro, I never thought this ** would happen
I love you mama so much for making all of this happen
All them times you had the fake a smile when you wasn't happy
Norman I still miss you, in my eyes your still a soldier
In that crib without no heat, we was going through foreclosure
Bri-Bri if you listening, just know that I still love you
I just always wish I was older, just so I can protect you
From the pain your father gave you, when his ass neglects you
From them boys that dated you, that used to disrespect you
Britty if you listening, just know I won't forget you
Unaware of your conditions, I ain't know that you was special
Just like you, I was off of them meds too shawty, Just like you
I was in special ed too shawty
Music for the runaway I know you understand
Can't be a runaway, you gotta have a plan
Can't be a runaway, you gotta be a man
I know you understand
Music for the runaways, I know you understand
Can't be a runaway you gotta have a plan
Can't be a runaway, you gotta be a man
iLLA UNDERSTANDS