CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Fuel
P is for the city
P is for, P is for, for the city
P is for, for the ci-, ci-, city
P is for, P is for the city where it all began
I'm an Ernest Hemingway portrait painted by Ernie Barnes
Clean sneakers and dirty horns, last soldier of thirty gone
Who lost hope but still journeyed on
Yet I'm the reason we gon' have to get the gurney for him
Karma police carrying customized cuffs for me
I hope these taped up guns still bust for me
I had the whole world, it wasn't enough for me
It got me feelin' like the Lord lost trust for me
I made a means to an end when there were no wins
I burned bridges, I had sworn to be eternal friends
The last ones I ever intended to turn against
Until we grew our separate ways like fraternal twins
So to the chosen few with whom I need to reconcile
My mother's mother, my only brother, my second child
I've always loved you, although that was rarely said aloud
So take forever, I guess better late than never proud
I'm gonna breath in the bellows with the apple on my head
It's hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands
Gonna drown in the shallows, ashes in the bay
Never lookin' back until there's nothin' in my way
P is for, P is for, for the city
P is for, for the ci-, ci-, city
P is for, P is for the city where it all began
I'm an Ernest Hemingway portrait painted by Ernie Barnes
Clean sneakers and dirty horns, last soldier of thirty gone
Who lost hope but still journeyed on
Yet I'm the reason we gon' have to get the gurney for him
Karma police carrying customized cuffs for me
I hope these taped up guns still bust for me
I had the whole world, it wasn't enough for me
It got me feelin' like the Lord lost trust for me
I made a means to an end when there were no wins
I burned bridges, I had sworn to be eternal friends
The last ones I ever intended to turn against
Until we grew our separate ways like fraternal twins
So to the chosen few with whom I need to reconcile
My mother's mother, my only brother, my second child
I've always loved you, although that was rarely said aloud
So take forever, I guess better late than never proud
I'm gonna breath in the bellows with the apple on my head
It's hard to gain perspective with the world in your hands
Gonna drown in the shallows, ashes in the bay
Never lookin' back until there's nothin' in my way
