Testo Yesterday's Eve
Testo Yesterday's Eve
Yesterday's eve
Obviously
Left a salty path on my cheek
And the last piece
Of anything runs away from me
Oh, a delicate thing
For a lonely day on the street
Oh, see It's no country for a man like me-ee-ee
I never got here
This place is a passage
Dirty curtains hide tomorrow's
Message
But everything is at a turning point
Light is coming in
Raised dust's telling the story
Again, and again, and again
But everything is at a turning point
Light is coming in
Raised dust's telling the story
Again, and again, and again
I never got here (No, I never got here)
This place is a passage
Dirty curtains hide tomorrow's (You know this place is a passage)
Message, message, ah-ooh-ooh, oh
Here's what happened
Yesterday's eve
I lost another homie
He was selfish over money
Yeah
First they love you
Then they hate you
Then they love you again
There some things I did in life
I'll never do it again
Even thought I knew the risk
I still did it again
R.I.P. my friends
Wish that we can meet up again
Yeah
Don't call me black
I'm a African native (I'm a native)
I know my roots, so the slave masters hate it
Royalties, publishing, and the masters I own
Self-made, independent
I did that on my own
Money I can't get enough
Grindin' 'til my people straight
Pull up in a foreign car
Shining like the diamonds do
We never got here
This place is a passage
Dirty curtains hide tomorrow's
Message
But everything is at a turning point
Light is coming in
Raised dust's telling the story
Again, and again, and again
But everything is at a turning point
Light is coming in
Raised dust's telling the story
Again, and again, and again
Yeah
But everything is at a turning point (Hah)
Obviously
Left a salty path on my cheek
And the last piece
Of anything runs away from me
Oh, a delicate thing
For a lonely day on the street
Oh, see It's no country for a man like me-ee-ee
I never got here
This place is a passage
Dirty curtains hide tomorrow's
Message
But everything is at a turning point
Light is coming in
Raised dust's telling the story
Again, and again, and again
But everything is at a turning point
Light is coming in
Raised dust's telling the story
Again, and again, and again
I never got here (No, I never got here)
This place is a passage
Dirty curtains hide tomorrow's (You know this place is a passage)
Message, message, ah-ooh-ooh, oh
Here's what happened
Yesterday's eve
I lost another homie
He was selfish over money
Yeah
First they love you
Then they hate you
Then they love you again
There some things I did in life
I'll never do it again
Even thought I knew the risk
I still did it again
R.I.P. my friends
Wish that we can meet up again
Yeah
Don't call me black
I'm a African native (I'm a native)
I know my roots, so the slave masters hate it
Royalties, publishing, and the masters I own
Self-made, independent
I did that on my own
Money I can't get enough
Grindin' 'til my people straight
Pull up in a foreign car
Shining like the diamonds do
We never got here
This place is a passage
Dirty curtains hide tomorrow's
Message
But everything is at a turning point
Light is coming in
Raised dust's telling the story
Again, and again, and again
But everything is at a turning point
Light is coming in
Raised dust's telling the story
Again, and again, and again
Yeah
But everything is at a turning point (Hah)
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