Woke last night in the middle of a combat zone Helicopters hovering over my home My baby boy is sleeping in the other room And ooh my soul Born into the bullshit baby, you and me But it don’t have to be our legacy There must be someplace better we can raise a family Oh ooh my soul Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah Baby I’m gone Baby I’m gone Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah Baby I’m gone gone Baby I’m gone And the man is dropping hooks into the crowd He aims to sell you heaven in a can And the ghost who named Los Angeles is laughing out loud What came from desert will soon return to sand Baby I’m gone Baby I’m gone A world gets weary and times get tough The rich get richer and the rest get fffffffffffff You know I ain’t no hippie but I’m sure I’ve had enough Oh ooh ooh my soul Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah Baby I’m gone gone Baby I’m gone Yeah yeah, yeah yeah, yeah yeah Baby I’m gone gone gone Baby I’m gone gone gone Baby I’m gone daddy gone I’m a gone gone gone Oh gone daddy gone I’m goneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
