Lirik Lagu QUIT!! - HARDY
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Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
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Somebody wrote "Quit" on a napkinI took it out of my tip jar, laughingLike damn, what a asshole, manI'm just a flat-broke boy with a guitar askingFor anybody to pay attentionIt's not like anybody paid admissionI was just wishin' somebody would listenGive me a shot, and I ain't talkin' 'bout Canadian Mist then
Florida, Georgia put me on the mapMorgan put me on the trackFucked around and penned a couple hitsChucked 'em out to see if they'd reactTalked about the way of life I liveAll the things the country life will giveIt's like I never left my neighborhoodBut I burned out of it, and I turned out good
If ya ask meBut shit, I ain't the GOAT, I'm the black sheepHell-bent to find closure, I can't let goA note somebody wrote like ten years ago, put a chip on my shoulderAnd if you wanted me to quit, you should've saved it, broIf you don't wanna start shit, don't say itAnd when it comes to the king, that's the radioIf you don't like my shit, don't play itI don't give a fuckI'ma still book arenas and fill 'em upI'ma still keep singing songs about drinking a fifth of Jack DThrowing up, then waking up alone in my truckI heard the voice of God that nightHe said, "Keep going, boy, it's all alrightI'ma bless your soul, so one day down the roadYou'll be looking in the mirror like, 'I won that fight'"
So before you choose hate, get to know a guyHe might end up a poet that was born to flyHe might end up a man of the peopleDamn, what a scene, a redneck glorifiedWith a stack of awards on a napkinA bored little bastard wrote to try to warn a guyMaybe I'm just petty'Cause they're just metalWait, then again, so am I
Fuck you
Florida, Georgia put me on the mapMorgan put me on the trackFucked around and penned a couple hitsChucked 'em out to see if they'd reactTalked about the way of life I liveAll the things the country life will giveIt's like I never left my neighborhoodBut I burned out of it, and I turned out good
If ya ask meBut shit, I ain't the GOAT, I'm the black sheepHell-bent to find closure, I can't let goA note somebody wrote like ten years ago, put a chip on my shoulderAnd if you wanted me to quit, you should've saved it, broIf you don't wanna start shit, don't say itAnd when it comes to the king, that's the radioIf you don't like my shit, don't play itI don't give a fuckI'ma still book arenas and fill 'em upI'ma still keep singing songs about drinking a fifth of Jack DThrowing up, then waking up alone in my truckI heard the voice of God that nightHe said, "Keep going, boy, it's all alrightI'ma bless your soul, so one day down the roadYou'll be looking in the mirror like, 'I won that fight'"
So before you choose hate, get to know a guyHe might end up a poet that was born to flyHe might end up a man of the peopleDamn, what a scene, a redneck glorifiedWith a stack of awards on a napkinA bored little bastard wrote to try to warn a guyMaybe I'm just petty'Cause they're just metalWait, then again, so am I
Fuck you
