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Song «Gratitude» von Little Simz & the Hics (feat.).
Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2015 09 18 (Album)
Label: AGE 101
Songwriter Sam Paul Evans & Roxane Dayette & Little Simz
Produktion: the Hics
Genre: Post-Millennial-Music - Hip-Hop - Conscious
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[Verse 1: Little Simz] Oh, broken homes and lonely souls is all they know All they've shown is courage despite the circumstances Time is passing by, stars command the sky Don't play dumb by asking why You already know how all the stories involve Came here on my own, [?] leaving alone Put my feet in the studio and call it my home While others have got no way out How blessed am I? Nothing left to find Your life's on the line, don't question mine Take my advice, don't stress in life Arms out to you, you can rest your head in mine I'm prepared to fly with no landing I might just be the last one standing They should know that Simz ain't ramping I came to show there's more, I'm expanding Still on my lonesome Give a fuck, I'm chosen Bit of luck and a wish, maybe we'll get there But for now, I'm zoning Somewhere in the air, I'm floating They will not control us This the type of shit that ain't never gonna sell Man, you shouldn't have told us that Nah, you shouldn't have [Hook: The Hics] I'm crawling up these walls But they won't come down, no, they won't come down I'm tearing at the cords Till their words drown out, till their words drown Clawing at the heart, the trust You take the little pieces, covering up my soul I'm just a fool in your game My life, your prey [Verse 2: Little Simz] I ain't never had a chance to do what I love Ain't nobody ever been encouraging me I just stay indoors, wishing and dreaming Maybe in another life, it will happen for me I put all my energy into feeding my kids Do they appreciate the sacrifice I made for 'em? No, their daddy ain't around and I have to make up excuses As to why he hasn't yet came for 'em, oh lord Why did you pick me, lord? What is it that you can see in me, lord? I'mma write this down, something to report No air in me, I'm learning to breathe more How I feel insane, the effect is a glass ceiling Do it cause I love it and not cause I'm tryna make a killing Hell no, saying what I like, you can tell so And if there's a problem, hit me on my cell phone Know a couple brothers talking through a jail phone On their best behaviour but still working [?] though, shit's fucked No, I don't owe you nuttin' Talk that talk if you're gonna do something If I was in this position like a year ago I probably would've fell off like a year ago Fill my pockets, yeah, it's money that we run alone But fuck that, tell my people that I'm coming home I'm coming home, boy [Hook: The Hics] I'm crawling up these walls But they won't come down, no, they won't come down I'm tearing at the cords Till their words drown out, till their words drown Clawing at the heart, the trust You take the little pieces, covering up my soul I'm just a fool in your game My life, your prey