Paroles de Cowboy

Omar Linx

pochette album Cowboy
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Date de parution : 12/07/2011

Durée : 0:04:21

Style : Hip Hop/Rap

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You see i grew up as wild child
Played by my own rules
Stubborn as a motherfucker
I don't wanna go to school
Math class is boring
Recess is old news
I just wanna chill and have fun like them older dudes
So i did and i never gave in
With my back to the wind
In the roof of your grin
I was out for the sting
Where i wanted, i went
When they told me i'd lose
I just told 'em i'd win
And i snuck out of class
Headed down the road
Ventured on home
Call me indiana ommz
Said i never look back
I just set my own path
I don't need a game plan
I can get my own map
Till girl meets boy
And boy meets girl
Never would've thought that she would change his world
I remember that day when we met up in a rain
She just looked me in the eyes and she said one thing

"phantogram chorus"
Show me love, whose got your hand on the button now?
Sure enough, you've got your hand on the button now

Don't you see what i am, see what i'm doing
This is my life don't you see what i've ruined
Drowned my gift, dropped my fate
Forgot my dream i've lost my way
And there's nobody to blame, nobody to call to
I was doing fine, why the fuck did i involve you?
Ready as i am, i would never get the chance
To show you what i dreamt cause you never understand
I'm a cowboy by night, writer by the day
If i could find a saloon, i could find my way
Earn my living with my with my outlaw winnings
You could spend it all with me but i just cant stay
Now everything's gone, everything's lost
Promising to god i have paid my cost
Never would've thought that she'd ever let us go
But she missing in my heart, i can feel it in my soul

Show me love, whose got your hand on the button now?
Sure enough, you've got your hand on the button now

What's wrong, who cares
Its all wrong, cold stare
I've been wrong about everything, you owe me
And if i had another chance, to try it all again
Then you know you'd be looking at the old me
So if there's anything left, anything at all
Lemme write that song, that'll put you in my arms
I can see you a star, please don't shoot
Please, just at least, let me speak my truth
Too little too late, she whispered in the wind,
Wish you'd never left, this shouldn't be the end,
She's always on my mind, when i'm thinking in my zone
When there's nothing left to drink and i'm sitting here alone.
The cards are on the table, the odds are looking grim,
Indebted to regret, there's no profit in the win.
I told her what she meant, just hope she remembers that
I sent it with a prayer but she never wrote a letter back.

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