Correction Paroles Forgiveness par Wretch 32

Featuring(s) : Etta Bond

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Paroles

Holding on, tryna be somebody
Well it won't be long before you need somebody
Holding on, tryna be somebody
Well it won't be long before you need somebody

Excuse me my friend, I forgot you was standing there
Excuse me my friend, I don't remember who I am

All I know is I was reaching for the stars
Let go of everyone I had from the start, the start

Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness

Feel like I'm slackin' with my children
Focusing on rap tryna back and shake the building
In a race with my own race, just to raise the roof
And I ain't talking 'bout the ceiling
Here's something to believe in:
No sleep, cause you're livin' what you're dreamin'
And it's the lesson in itself
I've my son to call me dad when I miss the parents evenings
Amazed I'm still breathin';
Every other shot I feel my insides bleedin'.
Grandad, turnin' in his grave,
Cah I promised that I'll be there for my gran when she's grievin'
I used to be a man of my word;
Now, time seems to have got the best of my sentence
In that case I'll have to adjourn,
Cause the thought of an excuse is just as bad as the intention

Excuse me, my friend
I think I might've hit my head
Excuse me, my friend
I don't remember who I am
Cause I'm holdin' on tryna be somebody
But it won't be long before I need somebody
Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness (hey, hey, hey, hey)
Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness (hey, hey, hey, hey)

Went to church to pray for a top ten
Then I went number 5, I ain't been back again
But when my jewellery friend phones
Like they got new rings I'll most likely attend
Hoppin' out a new benz, start the car from outside
When is this gonna end?
My mum's still livin' in the endz,
Spent jibs on tha wrist before I put her with celebs
I'm still livin' like a wretch
All I hear is f*ck, f*ck
All the girls have got tourettes
And no I don't wanna bet
Even the odd bird wanna take me to the nest
I swear I only came for the music, but the more I touch notes,
It's like the more I get stupid
It's a gift and a curse, but before I blame myself,
I'm a say it's what the tune did

My shows home, go go this is my entrance
I raise the bar, pole volt it's rapathletics
A famous star on his own counting blessings
A loner no-one phones, I get the message

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