Forgiveness

Текст песни Wretch 32 Feat. Etta Bond - Forgiveness

[Prelude: Labrinth]
Holdin' on tryna be somebody
But it won't be long before you need somebody
Holdin' on tryna be somebody
But it won't be long before you need somebody
Excuse me my friend, forgot that you were 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 everyone I had it from the start, start, woah, woah
Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness, hey, hey, hey
Forgiveness, asking for forgiveness, hey, hey, hey

[Verse 1: Wretch 32]
Feel like I'm slackin' with my children
Focusing on rap tryna pack 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
How my son can 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
Cause 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
[Hook: Etta Bond]
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) [x4]

[Verse 2: Wretch 32]
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 ends
Spent jibs on tha wrist before I put her with celebs
I'm still livin' like a wretch
All I hear is fuck, fuck
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
[Hook]

[Outro: Wretch 32]
My show's home, go go this is my entrance
I raise the bar, pole vault, it's rap athletics
A famous star, on his own, counting blessings
A loner: no one phones, I get the message