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Lời Bài Hát The Season / Carry Me

My faith is buried

Somewhere underneath the town

Until it’s paid for

Strawberry season

My sweetheart is coming ‘round

I hear it rain and pour

How did you find me here

It must be perfect timing

Forever grateful

If I didn’t love you

Then I *** sure love you now

Fruit of your labor

Say ain’t *** change but the bank statements

Spent the summer in the wave

With the beach babies

Threw your chula in the buggie

With the top down up the PCH

I’m heading north

I hope it doesn't rain

Went from playing community ball

To balling with the majors

Oh, what you major

Yeah *** I ran bases, pitch flame

I call plays, remove labels

And *** fame

That killed all my favorite entertainers

Nothing short of amazing, ooh yeah

But I’m short on my patience

See, I don’t play that ***

I don’t ever forget

And don’t forget that dot

*** you paid for it

I spent years being called out my name

Living under my greatness, greatness

But what don’t kill me is motivation

My faith is buried

Somewhere underneath the town

Until it’s paid for

Strawberry season

My sweetheart is coming ‘round

I hear it rain and pour

How did you find me here

It must be perfect timing

Forever grateful

If I didn’t love you

Then I *** sure love you now

Fruit of your labor

Yeah, say, yeah

Six years old

I tried my first pair of Jordans on

Momma, can you carry me

It was late in the fall

I caught a glimpse of my first love

My God

Momma, can you carry me

Knees hit the floor, screams to the Lord

Why they had to take my ma

Momma, carry me

To the early morn

Momma, can you carry me

To the early morning

Momma, can you carry me

Hey, hey, hey, gather round

Hustlers, that's if ya still livin'

And get on down

Before the judge give the sentence

A few more rounds

Before the feds come and get you

Is you gonna smile

When your date gets issued

You know them feds taking pictures

Your mom’s in prison

Your father need a new kidney

You family’s splitting, rivalries between siblings

If cash ain’t king

It's *** sure the incentive

And good riddance

Is the element of danger an important factor

For the members of your peer group

Yes, you might say that

Why don’t you give it a try

And find out for yourself

Bout the year Drizzy and Cole dropped

Before K.Dot had it locked

I was sleeping on the floor

Newborn baby boy

Tryna get my money pot

So wifey wouldn’t get deported

Cursing the heavens, falling out of orbit

Tryna roll this seven, tryna up my portion

What about your goals

What about your leverage

So they don’t force you into some hole

What’s the meaning of my fortune reading

When I crack the cookie

All it said was, keep dreaming

When I look at my tree

I see leaves missing

Generations of harsh living and addiction

I came to visit during the seven-year stint

But they wouldn’t let me in

Because my license suspended

Now I’m scraping the pennies

Just to kiss you on your cheek

It’s gonna be a couple weeks

Before I get it

I know you miss me

Six years old

I tried my first pair of Jordans on

Momma, can you carry me

It was late in the fall

I caught a glimpse of my first love

My God

Momma, can you carry me

Knees hit the floor, screams to the Lord

Why they had to take my ma

Momma, carry me

To the early morn

Momma, can you carry me

To the early morning

Momma, can you carry me

Momma, can you carry me

Momma, can you carry me

Momma, can you carry me

Momma, can you carry me

Yeah, oh, oh, oh

And one of these is my rise

One of these is my downfall

And I’m the one to make it right

I wanna make it right, momma

And one of these is my rise

One of these is my downfall

And I’m the one to make it right

I wanna make it right, momma

I wanna make it right

Momma, can you carry me

To the early morning

Momma, can you carry me

To the early morning

Momma, can you carry me

Oh lord

Momma, can you carry me

Momma, can you carry me

Momma, can you carry me

Momma, can you carry me, yeah

Momma, can you carry me

I see here they call you a masochist

I like pain

Can you be specific

What kind of pain do you like

Any kind of pain

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