- Trip Lee Show's Over 歌詞
- Trip Lee
- This is the end of my show, this is the end
I know I cant perform no more (eh eh)
Cant fight this war no more (eh eh)
I cant endure no more, all ashamed and pain
Im feelin strained and cant go on this tour no more
Im so tired of this tight rope walk
Homie I might go psycho my lifes strung off
Eh its the rest for my soul can this mic go off
I aint steppin on the stage tonight, shows off
This is the end of my show, this is the end
I know I know these chains had me trapped for a while
Dont know when
I last relaxed with a smile
I need a Saviour ta crack through the clouds
Shows over gotta turn my back to the crowd
I know these chains had me trapped for a while
Dont know when
I last relaxed with a smile
I need a Saviour ta crack through the clouds
Shows over gotta turn my back to the crowd
I cant perform no more (eh eh)
Cant run this course no more (eh eh)
I been tryna keep up this image to let em see that
Im different
Im slippin and this is stuff that
I cant ignore no more (they trippin)
Cant let these tears hit the floor no more (they trippin)
Because of fear
I cant (afford?) no more
Is it a lie what
Ive been, tryna hide all my sin n
Imprisoned and cant no one open the door no more
Tired of tryna be righteous, got my world dark
Like somebody hit the light switch,
I dont know where to start
Cause I really don't like this, its heavy on my heart (nah)
Somebody get me out this crisis, my pain is off the chart (please)
This is the end of my show, this is the end
I know I know these chains had me trapped for a while
Dont know when
I last relaxed with a smile
I need a Saviour ta crack through the clouds
Shows over gotta turn my back to the crowd
I know these chains had me trapped for a while
Dont know when
I last relaxed with a smile
I need a Saviour ta crack through the clouds
Shows over gotta turn my back to the crowd
I cant perform no more (eh eh)
Cant do these chores no more (eh eh)
Im feelin like
Im sick, its silly so
I quit Thats it,
I just cant try to please the
Lord no more
Cause really
Im sick of tryna make
Him like me more (you feel me)
Cause every day
I got a fight in store
Im guilty so when
I play I never like to score
No good in me n
Im sick of my plight
Im poor They told me homie (whaa) the
Christian life is better (word)
But they said to be holy n perform for
His pleasure
But now Im feelin torn cause the
Lord is my treasure
But I fall and feel scorned when
I cant get it together
But then something clicked, its crazy
I ignored this
But even when
I slip, this aint based on my performance
Christ was equipped, ran a race with endurance
When His flesh was hit,
His righteousness was my assurance (yea!)
I know dem chains had me trapped for a while
Thats in my past,
I relaxed in
Him now Christ my
Saviour He cracked through the clouds
Did it perfect, listen to the claps from the crowd
I know dem chains had me trapped for a while
Thats in my past,
I relaxed in
Him now Christ my
Saviour He cracked through the clouds
Did it perfect, listen to the claps from the crowd
This is the end of my show, this is the end
I know
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