As We Make Our Way Home feat. Thr3
Track 7 - Death of T.r.E.E.
vocals by: Thr3 and T.r.E.E. production: ????
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Indie Hip Hop.
Indie hip hop.
Currently, I am not working on vocals for the moment, but there are 4 albums worth of material that I've done over the few years to keep you satisfied.
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Lyrics
As we make our way home,
I believed in her,
(Yes I believed in her)
As we make our changes (changes)
I believe in her,
(Yes I believe in her)
(part 1) so cheers to you
i'm hope you enjoy that we're through
I can't beleive the things you do
what'd i do so wrong?
what'd I do so wrong
(part 2) so cheers to you
start of a new day and I
don't think this feels right do you?
sorry im' not enough
sorry i'm not enough
the future looks like chained fences covered in babred wire
sometimes to avoid the pain I won't attempt to go higher
it cuts deep in my flesh everytime i try to climb it
i'm a solider on a mission trying to accomplish my assignment
to get married, have kids, and a home
and try to avoid being broke, worthless, and alone
looking down at the earth from here
no face is looking back up
and I don't think anybody will ever live up to be enough
i'm just a moving target
begging to get shot at
the opposite sex with techs
aiming direct at my chest
my heart filled with holes
leaking into my soul
screaming "your nothing but hoes"
and you weren't even sold
i wish you'd work with me
and not against
and i'm sick of the perfect ones saying
let's be friends
so when your going through all the drama of divorce
filling out papers in the courts
you could have had somebody who loved you for you
(part 1) so cheers to you
i'm hope you enjoy that we're through
I can't beleive the things you do
what'd i do so wrong?
what'd I do so wrong
(part 2) so cheers to you
start of a new day and I
don't think this feels right do you?
sorry im' not enough
sorry i'm not enough
Im clumsy,
my feet move like two cowards,
these days are lovely,
lookin down on top of towers,
Basically,
it was never that easy,
and i would travel roads simply gazing,
cause shaking,
is an aquried taste,
and after your done,
you find the dents in your face,
these days dont make much sence to me,
tuggin on ropes that should be left alone,
singing songs to lifeless lifeforms,
drinking away personalities,
that day was cold,
i called my momma,
comforte in a phone,
wet rain drops,
sittin all alone,
those drinks didnt help that night
clinch of thirst didnt prestent light,
i found myself,
in the bottom of self pitty
