Paroles:
Banda Carry On

knows I'm already good on the ground Most of us stay strong Shit don't really bound us Then I go on my own Making bombs with rubber bands I have my

that nine All I could see was 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

Carry On When No One Loves You Picture Me Inside The Misery Of Poverty No Man Alive Has Ever Witnessed Struggles I Survived Prayin Hard For Better Days, Promise To Hold On

'em if you like We'll tell 'em all tonight They'll never listen Cause their minds are made up And course it's all okay to carry on that way And over

plan No need to even bother Ill pack my bags I swear Ill run Wish my friends were 21 You dont belong, you left the kids to carry on You planned their

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

, Circus town's on the live wire. And the strong man Sampson lifts the midget, little Tiny Tim, up on his shoulders, way up, and carries carries him on

just snaps back [Chorus:] Come along follow me as I lead through the darkness As I provide just enough spark that we need to proceed Carry on, give

High Nigga We Wont Stop, From Puttin Candy On The Slabs, To Stirrin The Pots,Put The Hammer On The Jammer, Pull It N Pops, Put The Rubber On The Bands