Go Away Songtext
von Nana
Go Away Songtext
I rollin′ I was making it rain
Staking coming on stage
Just for my enemies, my peeps my family
Make the pain, make the pain
Go away, go away
All this time, if you bring lonly then you've lost your mind
Sometimes it′s so hard for you to relod the signs
So you gotta get up, so you gotta get up (Get up, get up)
Just get your S, they will tell you what to do, how to change
I only find a way to make it through the day
Put you feels away and no, there is sunshine after the rain
And I'll help you with your pain (With your pain)
One way we'll break the chain (Break the chain)
And girl your are so much more and there will be sunshine
Go, go go go away
Gotta stuck that off my poof and drop it on the table
600 refugees starving for a payzone
I feel ashamed that I′m able
Show the dough that I gotta still end up with a beagle
I′m bust up and down like a wallstreet gangster
I'm lost in my world like a runstreet member
Yeah, fresh money is my hobby
Chilling at the beach sippin Macavi to Cavi
Yes, I′m lookin' kinda lucky
With all the things that would makes you happy
Tryna nigga big boody
In the new world order with bountless oceans
Ice white shot in my uptown condo
Bitches don′t need thats darklet lambo
Born in the dark when they're here to stay
Take a look into my eyes and stop staring at the your display
Staking coming on stage
Just for my enemies, my peeps my family
Make the pain, make the pain
Go away, go away
All this time, if you bring lonly then you've lost your mind
Sometimes it′s so hard for you to relod the signs
So you gotta get up, so you gotta get up (Get up, get up)
Just get your S, they will tell you what to do, how to change
I only find a way to make it through the day
Put you feels away and no, there is sunshine after the rain
And I'll help you with your pain (With your pain)
One way we'll break the chain (Break the chain)
And girl your are so much more and there will be sunshine
Go, go go go away
Gotta stuck that off my poof and drop it on the table
600 refugees starving for a payzone
I feel ashamed that I′m able
Show the dough that I gotta still end up with a beagle
I′m bust up and down like a wallstreet gangster
I'm lost in my world like a runstreet member
Yeah, fresh money is my hobby
Chilling at the beach sippin Macavi to Cavi
Yes, I′m lookin' kinda lucky
With all the things that would makes you happy
Tryna nigga big boody
In the new world order with bountless oceans
Ice white shot in my uptown condo
Bitches don′t need thats darklet lambo
Born in the dark when they're here to stay
Take a look into my eyes and stop staring at the your display
Writer(s): Gorex, Emannuel Twellmann, Alexander Dehn, Nana Abrokwa, Vesela Nikolaeva Boneva Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com