Gbemi Gbemi Gbemi Sola Ayo Ayo Ayomide Gbemi Gbemi Gbemi Sola Gbemi Gbemi Gbemi Sola Ayo Ayo Ayomide Gbemi Gbemi Gbemi Sola As I dey step into the place I dey give them the thing whey dey make them craze Steady grinding for the paper Ayomide Holiday on the way Everyday we be praying for more Cheda We dey work make we pay our dues More grace make e be like up NEPA Ehhh we dey pray one day we go live this life Yeah yeah make you no go put yourself for matter we no give money ooo Yeah yeah Cos you go live this life for inside suffery ooo Everybody won put ti head for where ehn go profit ooo Cos for this life yeah Make you no go do pass yourself Ehh eh Make you no go do pass yourself Ehh eh Make you no go do pass yourself Ehh eh Make you no go do pass yourself Ehh eh One time One time One time For the place whey I dey stay Broda man why you wan put your self on replay Cos the matter be like say e don turn to a case You dey spray money you no won hide for face You no won chill for your space All the things you dey do e dey play for the tape MAh Broda mAh Jigga make you dey your Lane If you no get money make you hide your face Cos I go do my things my way Make you no come here come start to dey complain If you no get mouth make you comot face Double levels to this shit Me I don graduate te Wetin Hating Why are you Hating Niggas Kills Niggas for a little bit of Penny Real deal all the things I did for the money Make you no forget say this life e no funny yeah Make you no go do pass yourself Ehh eh Make you no go do pass yourself Ehh eh Make you no go do pass yourself Ehh eh Make you no go do pass yourself Ehh eh Gbemi Gbemi Gbemi Sola Ayo Ayo Ayomide Gbemi Gbemi Gbemi Sola Gbemi Gbemi Gbemi Sola Ayo Ayo Ayomide Gbemi Gbemi Gbemi Sola Ayagayogogogo ayagayegegege Ayagayogogogo ayagayegegege Ayagayogogogo ayagayegegege Ayagayogogogo ayagayegegege

I'm beginning to hear voices and there's no one around Now I'm all used up fields are brown I went to church on Sunday and I saw her go by My love is taking such a long time to die And I'm waist deep, waist deep in the mist It's just almost like I don't exist Lord, I'm 20 miles out of town in cold irons bound Well, the wall of pride is so high and wide Well, you can't see over to the other side It's such a sad thing to see beauty decay Even sadder still to feel your heart torn away One look at you and I'm out of control Just like the universe has swallowed me whole Lord, I'm 20 miles out of town in cold irons bound Now the winds in Chicago like to tear me to shreds Reality for me got too many heads There are some kinds of things that you never can never kill There are some things that last longer than you think they will But it's you and you only that I'm thinking about But you can't see in, and it's so hard looking out Lord, I'm 20 miles out of town in cold irons bound Lord, I'm 20 miles out of town in cold irons bound Well, there's so many stones in the pathway It's so easy to be corrupted in my corner of the world Well, the road is rocky and the hillside's a mud Right over head nothing but clouds of blood I found my world in you But your love hasn proved untrue Lord, I'm 20 miles out of town in cold irons bound Yeah, I'm 20 miles out of town in cold irons bound Now the fat's in the fire and the water's in the tank And the whiskey's in the jar, and the money's in the bank I tried to tell her of eternity in my mind Lord, I need to feel some to tell her kind I'm glad I'm on my, that I'm on my bended knee You got no idea what you did to me Lord, I'm 20 miles out of town in cold irons bound 20 miles out of town in cold irons bound

Hiding in the barroom where I keep my wounded pride Talking to a stranger, digging down I'm open wide All my hopes are shattered, broken glasses on the floor Another lost soul sitting here, needing something more Broken dreams and barstools that's the story of my life I pony up for another round as the truth cuts like a knife Whisky's still my best friend, with the pain I can't deny Walking here and wounded as the bottle's running dry Jukebox telling stories with a soundtrack of despair Drowning out my sorrows, in a sea of smoky air Look around but I can't see a face I know tonight I'm searching for salvation underneath the neon light Broken dreams and barstools that's the story of my life I pony up for another round as the truth cuts like a knife Whisky's still my best friend, with the pain I can't deny Walking here and wounded as the bottle's running dry

3am and vodka An empty glass a broken heart Nothing's gonna stop you You won't be back and I can't start To build a life without you Or tell you that I'm done Or try to hide the mess that I've become There ain't no getting through with missing you Just one more empty bottle 3am and vodka 4am and whisky An old tv a cigarette She ain't gonna miss me I deserve what I don't get To build a life a beside you After all the things I've done You should see the mess that I've become I'm wrong so I don't blame you Cause trusting me is risky 4am and whisky I've got too much time on my hands Drinking staring at the clock on the wall again 5am it's over Passing out, on the floor Wishing I was sober Nothing left anymore To live a life without you Means I'm already done If you could see the mess that I've become There aint no happy endings There aint no four leaf clovers 5am it's over There aint no happy endings There aint no four leaf clover 5am it's over

Nous irons à Vérone, un beau jour, tous les deux Au balcon qui connut Roméo et Juliette Puis anonymement, sur leur tombe muette Nous jetterons des fleurs, émus, silencieux Nous irons à Vérone, un beau jour, toi et moi Voir la terre promise aux amours éternelles Où mourir est plus doux que de vivre infidèle Où le don de sa vie est un acte de joie Un jour, je serai riche et ferai des folies Laisse-moi te conter, ferme un instant les yeux Nous irons par la route embrasser l'Italie Nous irons par nos coeurs frôler le merveilleux Nous irons à Vérone, un beau jour tous, les deux Nous mêlerons nos doigts pour visiter les ruines Et rêver sous la lune aux sons des mandolines Nous irons à Vérone et nous serons heureux Nous irons à Vérone, un beau jour tous, les deux À Vérone où ailleurs pour sortir de nous mêmes Qu'importe le pays du moment que l'on s'aime Faut bâtir des projets quand on est amoureux Nous irons à Vérone, un beau jour toi et moi Impatients, recueillis comme deux fous, deux gosses En voyage d'amour, en voyage de noces Mais il ne reste rien des projets d'autrefois Car ton âme a pris froid bien avant le voyage Elle a changé de cap au mirage de l'or Aussi, mon coeur perdu a déplié bagages Et mes rêves déçus n'ont pas quitté le port Nous irons à Vérone, un beau jour, tous les deux Mais Vérone est bien loin, tu as rompu le charme Et Vérone se noie sous un torrent de larmes On dit n'importe quoi quand on est amoureux