Lirik Lagu Gucci Mane - Jessie Murph
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TIPS PENCARIAN LIRIK FAVORIT ANDA
ANDA MENGETAHUI JUDUL DAN NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketikkan nama penyanyi dan judul lagu, berikan tanda kutip di judul lagu, misal: Yovie "Menjaga Hati";
- bila tidak berhasil, coba untuk mengilangkan tanda kutip, misal: Yovie Menjaga Hati; atau
- dapat juga dengan mengeklik menu A B C D.., lalu cari berdasarkan nama artis. Yovie dimulai dengan Y, klik Y. Lihat daftar lagu, dan dapatkan yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI NAMA PENYANYI
- Ketik nama penyanyi, misal: YOVIE, akan muncul banyak halaman, telusuri dan pilih dari halaman-halaman tersebut; atau
- klik menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis Y, cari Yovie, dan cari lirik yang Anda cari.
ANDA TAK MENGETAHUI JUDUL LAGU, TAPI MENGETAHUI SYAIR
- Ketikkan penggalan syair yang Anda ketahui, misal:
Tanpamu tiada berarti
Tak mampu lagi berdiri
Cahaya kasihmu menuntunku
Kembali dalam dekapan tanganmu - Masukkan kata-kata penting. Misal: tiada berarti berdiri cahaya dekapan.
- Hindari kata-kata yang berkemungkinan memiliki ada dua versi atau lebih. Misal: tanpamu dapat ditulis tanpa mu.
TETAP TIDAK DAPAT MENEMUKAN LIRIK YANG ANDA CARI
- Pilih menu A B C D E ... berdasarkan nama artis atau judul lagu.
- Bila masih tidak dapat menemukan lirik yang Anda cari, mungkin kami bisa membantu Anda. Silakan menghubungi kami.
I'm from Alabama, I'm 'bout 4' 11"I've got a shitty father, and I'd like to go to HeavenInternally, I'm scrappy, but I'm afraid to fightI prefer to keep my hoops in, so I stay in at night
They tell me not to falter to tell them who I amBut I'm not fucking sure, I know I love shitty menThey normally contribute to the state that I'm inThis place that I'm in, this fucking state that I'm in
Sometimes in the morning, I feel bad when I get upAnd I look around my house, and I look at all the stuffI get to feeling guilty and I think about my momI'm the first one in my family to see a million bucks
NoI don't wanna talk about itI'd rather write my way around it'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
NoI don't like the way it's soundingAnd I don't know no one around hereAnd I don't wanna talk about itI don't wanna talk about it
I'm not much of a cooker, but I like to make my pastaI throw it in a pot, and I mix it with the thought ofLosing all I've ever had, losing all I've ever fought forAnd then I get high and I wonder what it's all for
I write songs about my father and the fucked up shit he didBut I take one out the chamber 'cause I'm learning to forgiveI would rather not throw him right up under the busThough I used to wish some day that he'd get hit by that bus
I would like to not be bitter, yeah, and I'd take that backAnd I prefer sweet, but still, I take my coffee blackIt's 4:00 in the morning and I wake up in a sweatParanoid that someone's there, it's only ever just the wind
OhI don't wanna talk about itI wanna write my way around itBut I don't wanna talk about it
NoI don't like the way it soundsAnd I don't know no one around hereAnd I don't wanna talk about it
Somehow now I'm twenty and I'm trying to figure outWhat the hell to do with love and what the hell to do withoutI walk in with my head held high, I feel like a tall childI'll sample Lemonade to make Gucci Mane proud
They tell me not to falter to tell them who I amBut I'm not fucking sure, I know I love shitty menThey normally contribute to the state that I'm inThis place that I'm in, this fucking state that I'm in
Sometimes in the morning, I feel bad when I get upAnd I look around my house, and I look at all the stuffI get to feeling guilty and I think about my momI'm the first one in my family to see a million bucks
NoI don't wanna talk about itI'd rather write my way around it'Cause I don't wanna talk about it
NoI don't like the way it's soundingAnd I don't know no one around hereAnd I don't wanna talk about itI don't wanna talk about it
I'm not much of a cooker, but I like to make my pastaI throw it in a pot, and I mix it with the thought ofLosing all I've ever had, losing all I've ever fought forAnd then I get high and I wonder what it's all for
I write songs about my father and the fucked up shit he didBut I take one out the chamber 'cause I'm learning to forgiveI would rather not throw him right up under the busThough I used to wish some day that he'd get hit by that bus
I would like to not be bitter, yeah, and I'd take that backAnd I prefer sweet, but still, I take my coffee blackIt's 4:00 in the morning and I wake up in a sweatParanoid that someone's there, it's only ever just the wind
OhI don't wanna talk about itI wanna write my way around itBut I don't wanna talk about it
NoI don't like the way it soundsAnd I don't know no one around hereAnd I don't wanna talk about it
Somehow now I'm twenty and I'm trying to figure outWhat the hell to do with love and what the hell to do withoutI walk in with my head held high, I feel like a tall childI'll sample Lemonade to make Gucci Mane proud
