2Pac - Close My Eyes lyrics
[2Pac - Close My Eyes lyrics]
Got me thinkin' 'bout better days
Hey! Better days
Got me thinkin' 'bout better days
Most of these niggas need bitches too
But you never hear that side of the story so
We wanna do shit like this
Sometimes it's hard to wake up in the morning
Mind full of demons
I don't wanna hear them anymore
Got me heartbroken, fine
So many babies screaming
Cause they seeing destruction before they
A see human being
So they start smoking weed
We'll never get our day
Until we learn to pray
Keep our families in shape
Cause they all broke and why
Do ghetto birds die before we learn to fly
Some bodies else's child caught in guns
Smoking weed, can all make a change
So I'm told
But I haven't seen the change unfold
I keep hoping please
If you prefer to breathe
Communities in need of people that will lead
Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try
Until the day I die baby please don't cry
Got me thinkin' 'bout better day
(Not sure about few words here)
Eternally thug nigga Hilfigure made by Tommy
So when I speak hope to reach my buddy mommy
Oh come to poppy i love it when you sweat
And sloppy more peeps
Until I come to wake no one can stop me
My bump and grind
Coming through ya every time
Come get a blast of this through passion
It'll blow your mind hey throw up your legs
Wrap your shit around my back
It's a west side bang fucking
Hoes around the map
? get down with 2Pac while I'm? out?
While they seduce my jimmy I'll
Be screaming give me body
Make then hoes scream my name out
Give me my prides and don't cha
Love out these thugs nigga?
I'm at the freaking parade
I'm watching caramel bitches play
Get with real niggas bullshitting
Never get your pay
This is the dream of a young black teen
I think hoes cross-country like
A greedy crack fiend now come on!
Though half our problems can be
Based on economical greed
And dying breed, addicted to weed
They're getting Gs
With my heart open, greed, brings only misery
A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free
Only a few chosen, rise (rise)
My ghetto queen, rise (rise)
Don't be afraid to try (try)
Too many of us died for the door to open wide
My brother be wise, stay focused on the prize
Though everybody dies we continue growing
Got me thinkin' 'bout better days
Hey! Better days
Hey! Better days
Got me thinkin' 'bout better days
Most of these niggas need bitches too
But you never hear that side of the story so
We wanna do shit like this
Sometimes it's hard to wake up in the morning
Mind full of demons
I don't wanna hear them anymore
Got me heartbroken, fine
So many babies screaming
Cause they seeing destruction before they
A see human being
So they start smoking weed
We'll never get our day
Until we learn to pray
Keep our families in shape
Cause they all broke and why
Do ghetto birds die before we learn to fly
Some bodies else's child caught in guns
Smoking weed, can all make a change
So I'm told
But I haven't seen the change unfold
I keep hoping please
If you prefer to breathe
Communities in need of people that will lead
Keep your eyes open, I can only say I'll try
Until the day I die baby please don't cry
Got me thinkin' 'bout better day
(Not sure about few words here)
Eternally thug nigga Hilfigure made by Tommy
So when I speak hope to reach my buddy mommy
Oh come to poppy i love it when you sweat
And sloppy more peeps
Until I come to wake no one can stop me
My bump and grind
Coming through ya every time
Come get a blast of this through passion
It'll blow your mind hey throw up your legs
Wrap your shit around my back
It's a west side bang fucking
Hoes around the map
? get down with 2Pac while I'm? out?
While they seduce my jimmy I'll
Be screaming give me body
Make then hoes scream my name out
Give me my prides and don't cha
Love out these thugs nigga?
I'm at the freaking parade
I'm watching caramel bitches play
Get with real niggas bullshitting
Never get your pay
This is the dream of a young black teen
I think hoes cross-country like
A greedy crack fiend now come on!
Though half our problems can be
Based on economical greed
And dying breed, addicted to weed
They're getting Gs
With my heart open, greed, brings only misery
A way to tragedy, so I stay sucker free
Only a few chosen, rise (rise)
My ghetto queen, rise (rise)
Don't be afraid to try (try)
Too many of us died for the door to open wide
My brother be wise, stay focused on the prize
Though everybody dies we continue growing
Got me thinkin' 'bout better days
Hey! Better days