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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Carey
Songwriter
歌詞
So sick of praying for it
I'm done wasting time
I know my day is coming
And I'll take what's mine
No way say it to you
I want it all
I want it all
I want it all
Long days, blurred sight, fighting nightmares
Every sleepless night
I keep asking questions with no answers given
Win some, then I lose
Like what's the fucking difference? (I want it all)
Give it all to hit the top for once
My **** running it
Flexing in my gold fronts
Educated ignorance is what these lyrics bring
So cliche this scene
Out of use for intervene
I still want these things
Reaping what I sow is what I so desire
Hard work and the wait
Only fuels the fire
Burning in my soul
Reaching to the heavens
Raising hell for what I want
And I'll fucking get it
Mouth ajar, in awe at all you see
No longer asking
This is taken
And it's all for me
I said it's all for me
It's all for...
Feeling unstoppable, again
Everything I do I just, win
All that’s on my mind, yea I can, yea I can
Stand the fuck back while I go in for the win
Want it all, want it all
I want it all, I want it all
4th quarter clutch, man just give me the ball
Every time I touch it, know I’m going for it all
All that I really want is more money
All that I really need is that Benz
All that I really want is more women
All that I really need is that trend
Man, I really want so many things that there just ain’t enough for us all
& I’m willing to steal, I’m willing to kill to get what the fuck that I want
State of mind different than the shit I been hearing lately
Understandable considering I’ve been growing
No longer place value on materialistic items
Family & Health, only Family & Health (what the fuck you want then?)
I just wanna wake up to no bills for once (that’s all you want?)
& Tell my daughter we hittin Disney World for real this month
A little respect on my name maybe
Ability to walk where my mind take me
Other than that, just a bottle of yac, & a cigar right by the .45
I don’t know why
No matter what the fuck I try
I suppose that I’m just that guy
Might as well go for it all, shit I’m still alive
Oh my
No matter what the fuck I try
I suppose that I’m just that guy
Might as well go for it all, shit I’m still alive
Oh I
Oh I can make my mind do whatever
Choose to make my situation better yea
Only one holding me back is me
& My mentality
Get up, get out & make some shit…
Feeling unstoppable, again
Everything I do I just, win
All that’s on my mind, yea I can, yea I can
Stand the fuck back while I go in for the win
Want it all, want it all
I want it all, I want it all
4th quarter clutch, man just give me the ball
Every time I touch it, know I’m going for it all
Written by: John Carey