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I Can’t Hear You
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Clayton Jennings
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I'm back, and I'm ready to hit back Turn this off if you're into chitchat Throw your headphones on and sit back You're about to go on a ten chapter ride that can change your life So it's your job to listen and my job to write MJ 23 of this poetry, I'm a lot like Mike And there's nothing off-limits when I'm on this mic It's my job to bait you, and it's your job to bite After all, I'm a fisher of men Who just happens to be a wordsmith with this pen So welcome ladies and welcome gents You might love me or think I'm crazy when this ends Fans love my poetry, bloggers love my sins Got proposition for sex in every city I went Five hundred dollars if you tell us which hotel room he's in You've seen me on these screens, but have you seen these sins? Don't try to reason, it won't make sense And you might not like me, and you might think I'm a nuisance But good thing nobody buys your album or gives a penny for your two cents Clayton and Clayton, shoutout to my two friends I feel like I'm starting to become myselves again I'm starting to pick up the Bible, rifle, shotgun, and pills off these shelves again I'm starting to unload these shells again I'm trying my hardest to pickup shells again Arabelle loves it when daddy plays with those shells Our lives became show and tell Everyone tuned in online when they thought I fell "He's a hero" or "he's a heathen" Oh well, you think you know me well? Mainstream Christian media, souls they sell And overpriced merchandise I gotta be careful and word this right These off-brand Christian websites need to get a life And to the magazine Charisma I'm sorry that I dissed ya It's just that you're a trash site with lies and slander To the clueless, you pander And you use names to get clicks Just like Pulpit & p*ss, it's sick All of these sites try so hard to stay relevant So they trash people with lies like "to Hell with them" Three years ago, Charisma and other Christian sites lied about me But thank God my followers never doubted me And when my enemies crowded me, the Tell the World family got a little rowdy And we got to givin' it back Sometimes you have to punch bullies in the mouth and give 'em a slap The Bible says turn the other cheek Dear bullies, left or right buttcheek this week? To catch one of these guys who wrote about my family on the street Oh boy, I'm wishin' "But Clayton, you gotta act like a Christian They just lack attention" I know, I know, and money is their mission A lotta people hear me, but few people listen And it's time we stop treating women in the church like they were made for the kitchen Especially when some of them can out preach half of you You laugh out loud, but you know it's true This is a tell-all CD Who's gonna stop me? I'm not signed to a label, so who's gonna drop me? I walk around [?] loaded, like who's gonna pop me I call it pain, and you call it c*cky Stop acting like you know me when you're not me I have nightmares that I'm standing before God, and He sends me to Hell But why, God, why?! Why did you do this to me?! I dream I'm in Hell, and I can't get set free And all I can think about are the memories of me When I lived for myself, and I refused to believe And suddenly through the mud, I see it's You And it's always been You Standing there telling me to just come Home I've been seen by millions of people but still feel so alone So come Home, come Home I called You a thousand times on the phone, and You never picked up once And I kept calling for months I tried to move You off Your throne, but You weren't budging You're King of everything, I'm king of nothing But where were You, God, when I was at my lowest? Secretly sitting in the tub with thoughts of slitting my wrists A prayer didn't help me, my daughter did Because she opened the door, and she walked in And I hid the razor and gave her a kiss She's halfway to two now Teaching me to be a father 'cause I barely knew how My dad always put ministry over family And that's not a dig at him At least he didn't stand on stages but secretly sin That was me, his middle child And for my fans from way back, this ride's been a little wild But thank you for hanging with me And I'm not there yet, but there's a person I'm aiming to be And someday I'll fall at His feet But right now, I'm trying to get near Him This is my choice, but I can't hear You I guess only Your sheep hear Your voice
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