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Testo October Eight - Inversionn

Testo della canzone October Eight (Inversionn), tratta dall'album October Eight

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Inversionn

Every wrinkle on your face

It reminds me of how

Much time we don't have left

And every memory we made

I hold it close

You own a place

In my heart

Growing up as a kid

I was a little boy

You made me the man that I am

Every argument we made

Mom I'm sorry for the things I said

I'm on my knees like Lord forgive me

Please keep my mommy

And let her reap her joy

And every time your baby gets paid

I'll send you a check

Like your little boy is doing fine

See you try to hide the pain

Covered up in my blanket

Two A.M

You're up and praying

Your sleepless nights are not in vain

Cus you birth a King

You birth a Son

See I don't do club or drugs

Cus you gave me a firm foundation

You raised me up in our local church

I'm one but I'll conquer nations

I wasn't the best of sons

Cus I've been involved in things

That you didn't appoint

And you didn't approve

I've been in arguments with you

And I raised my voice that's rude

I was young and dumb but still

That's no excuse

I Remember when you said

I'm the greatest

You said the world would know

My name one day

So I'm flipping pages

Writing songs with limited streams

I rap like I done this for ages

Pages?

Remember how you helped

With homework

Held my hand and traced my A's

B's capital A's and B's

B's, P's

I hustled hard to double my P's

I don't move drugs no mom I'm clean

Sinner to Saint

I'm crowned a king

Switched my trap

On a new routine

I can't say it all on a moving beat

But I show you

When I come down crib

You'll see me on TV soon

Your boy will go mainstream

Cus that's the dream

Every wrinkle on your face

It reminds me of how

Much time we don't have left

And every memory we made

I hold it close you own a place

In my heart

Growing up as a kid

I was a little boy

You made me the man that I am

Every argument we made

Mom I'm sorry for the things I said

I'm on my knees like Lord forgive me

Please keep my mommy

And let her reap her joy

And every time your baby gets paid

I'll send you a check

Like your little boy is doing fine

Inversionn

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Writer(s): Egajum Ndoma-egba
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