クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Erik Acevedo
Songwriter
Kevin Rosa
Songwriter
歌詞
Living in cold cold
World full of pain
Carrying the weight on
Your back of your shame
Everybody out for the
Money and the fame
But I see a cloud like
A fist and saying
Here comes the...
Here comes the...
Here comes the...
Here comes the...
Still I stand half beat
But still undefeated
The Philistine head in
My hand And it's leaking
Crush not broken
So I'm a stay focused
But every time I try
It's thrown stones
In the ocean
The heart posture is hope
I'm in the prostrate
Forehead bleeding
The floor is now myspace
Face in the book is smart
But not Zuckerberg
Staring at my IG
Is this what you
Suffered for
But I still see a small cloud
The enemy trying to attack
That sucka all mouth
He been got gotten
Keys got taken
The temp just dropped
It's about to start raining
His promise over my fears
So even if I die
I resurrect like all clear
Pull to the enemies camp
Night skizi
Taking back all that
He stole nice and easy
Living in cold cold
World full of pain
Carrying the weight on
Your back of your shame
Everybody out for the
Money and the fame
But I see a cloud like
A fist and saying
Here comes the...
Here comes the...
Here comes the...
Here comes the...
leave the pancho
I know the head honcho
Come to him he take
Away your pain pronto
Cover you with his blood
And leave you all blanco
He never leave you
He left espirtu santo
I know the devil
Wanna tango but don't dance
Two step on his face move and advance
Don't let the rats control
You not in France
You got the power to
See Jericho collapse
Make seas divorce without
The force with no remorse
180 your course towards
The Lord to open doors
Every ceiling that caused
The bleeding are open floors
The chips already won
No need to check the scores
My king takes no days off
Hustle like playoffs
Swing the iron of
Zion don't play golf
Devil like Shaq and
Free throws way off
The others back together
Need I say more
Living in cold cold
World full of pain
Carrying the weight on
Your back of your shame
Everybody out for the
Money and the fame
But I see a cloud like
A fist and saying
Here comes the...
Here comes the...
Here comes the...
Here comes the...
Written by: Erik Acevedo, Kevin Rosa
