round is all I need Fill it up and let me be It's getting late I should've known Won't somebody carry me home? Pick me up from my knees Carry me home
's getting late I should've known Won't somebody carry me home? Pick me up from my knees Carry me home, carry me home Pick me up from my knees Carry me home
is all I need Fill it up and let me be It's getting late I should've known Won't somebody carry me home? Pick me up from my knees Carry me home We
Traduzione: The Living End. Carry Me Home.
me yelling out Very loud I'm way too rough, in this rap game spare me now If thug shit is your type of high, then inhale me now I have so much tension
feathers, But another wrong turn will leave me at my wit's end. Will leave me at my My wit's end. x2 This is nothing we won't live through, And i know
a single motherfucker willing to take the hard road Makes it that much easier to watch as the... Doors swing slowly shut Then there are those I'll carry with me forever, live
on Take it to your heart and understand What must live on from Father to Son (From Father to Son From Father to...) Promise me my son to always Cherish what is home
easily broken Why do some things survive While others live and die How can a man let his love go unspoken I couldn't stand to see us end up that way
trial's Far ahead The crack of doom Father Your handsome son is heading home Still the wind blows Calm and silent Carries news from a distant shore [x4] (Heading home
is sacred (I'm coming home) War it's now or never We shall stand together One by one This world is sacred I'm coming home Coming home You chase in twilight
end (Iliad) Raise my hands and praise the day Break the spell show me the (way) In decay The flame of Troy will shine bright The newborn child will carry
carry me no comma Niggaz bitches and drama I recollect walking and stoppin' Cops not even checking on me, juvenile delinquent And baby y'all be respecting me
The lights shining just for me... Built to last This winters going to end The sun will shine on our faces Life begins... Swing low, Sweet chariot Carry me home
myriad of my metaphors make me a mystical mystery They can't battle me; so they'd rather embarrass me By being mad at me, they commit microphone heresy
they say Malice the meanest Got love for guns and caine, let nothin' come between us You miss took me for a rapper huh Well that makes me an actor, cause
Hustlin,hustle Tryin' to survive in the ghetto ooh ooh [Master P] (Where them fiends at,I'll be right there in the hall way ya heard me) Now picture me
