Now it seems I’ve been young, dug my hole in the ground To me there’s only up, there ain’t no point in looking down However hard I try, I only get weaker Seems my lies and worries got my mind in a sleeper hold
What you gotta do is never get yourself down Bastards do that for you, get you deeper in the ground Keep out of trouble, ain’t no trouble being pure Seems like all you bastards gave me something to ignore now
Move on, forget it Now move on, forget it
When I first started this rapping shit I felt pressure from haters Became invaded with sadists and just developed a hater radar And made for the stars, kept my grind in the dark And then appeared with a remedy kicking rhymes with a melody Hennesey shots and glocks, all these fools on the block Who said you gotta be a gangster now to raise to the top? I'm just a normal, casual, usual, everyday type of guy With my head in the sky Ed Sheeran, Urban Angel coming ready to die So see the signs, stand to the side Open your eyes and take a look and realise The resurrection's arrived And as the mist clears, homie I arise From my tomb in disguise I'm all alone, Alonestar Urban Angel rising from the ashes Surprising all haters, guiding, advising them all to steady move Now back up!
Move on, forget it Now move on, forget it
All I want in this cold world is to make music and use it Not to abuse it and get affected, infected with the who's who of music Who did it, who is it, who's in it, who …what the fuck does it matter? Chitter chatter, don't matter, yidder, yidder, yadder It don't matter to me All I want is a bit of dignity in me to battle this industry freely To be me in this seedy, needy world, can you hear me? Yeah, yeah, can you hear me?Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
