Carry me carry me Carry me carry me Carry me home Carry me home Save me from the darkness Save me from the hardness Carry me carry me Carry me carry
Traduction: La bande. Carry Me.
Time to get back on the road Gonna leave these troubles behind Time to carry the load what my life is a true design You won't reach me by phone I'
down Eat me it off ya a table The village got on the phone Said the street is comin' to town They wanna check my papers See what I carry around Credentials
my mama's eyes No one knows my struggle They only see the trouble Not knowing it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery
was my momma's eyes No one knows my struggle, they only see the trouble Not knowin it's hard to carry on when no one loves you Picture me inside the misery
Could See Was My Momma's Eyes No One Knows My Struggle, They Only See The Trouble Not Knowin It's Hard To Carry On When No One Loves You Picture Me Inside
where my money young niggaz gotta have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the louie band
in [Chorus:] I don't know where the next road goes but I feel the wheels rolling down below me Take my sweet time getting it back again What matters most will carry me
ringtones And it don't take no Sherlock Holmes To see it's a little different around here Don't get me wrong, oh there's boys in bands And kids who
carry me home; Swing low, sweet chariot, Comin' for to carry me home. I looked over Jordan, And WHAT did I see, Comin' for to carry me home, A band of
Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands Nigga 'stackin Means Knots [Lil Wayne:] Bitch I'm a Boss Bitch I'm a Boss Burry Me Like My Father On The Cross And Carry
I time bomb Turn low the radio I think I hear my dad Yelling at the band But good things come to those who wait Cause she laid me And mom and dad posses
carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) Swing low sweet chariot (sweet chorit) Coming forth to carry me home (coming forth to carry me home) I looked
sorry for me. I like to feel the burn of the audiences eyes on me, when I'm whispering all my darkest secrets into the microphone. When I was a kid, I used to carry
Johnny works in a factory Billy works downtown Terry works in a rock and roll band Looking for that million dollar sound I got a job down in Darlington
along follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give me hope, give me strength Come with
