DC The Don - FUCK THE KKK (Sweet Caroline) lyrics

DC The Don [Daijon Cotty Davis] Los Angeles, California.U.S.

[DC The Don - FUCK THE KKK Sweet Caroline lyrics]

IOF yeah

Okay, like fuck that shit, this year I'm up
You already know
Two shots hit his man and left his body froze
(Yes sir) i walked in with a drum
It's time to rock and roll
Like, fuck the KKK, k, gon' get on bodies
Woah i been way too deep in my
Thoughts like I'm still on parole
Like it's still fucking through a phone
I remembered all my lines but I'm
Still wasting all my time
Just give me back what's mine

See, I'm bipolar and you know that
I'm sorry, wish I never had to show that
I'm cold, my sweet Caroline
Just tell me a million times (yeah)
Tell me how you don't
Like hearing my stories, i wish I never lied
I know, you've been somеwhere, that
You don't wanna be, but it's okay
(Yеah)

'Cause I been fucked up
'cause I been fucked up
With no days to you anyway (O oh)
And I've been tryna hold back anyway
Yeah, cause you always tryna move
Onto the next one
I'm fucked up cause I don't
Want me a next one
You don't acknowledge all your wrongs
You should accept one
No matter how bad things gon' get
I'm still the best one like shit, fuck it
I'm not right I took the left step
Shit, these days I'm not
Tripping if I misstep
Know you would always lead me up
And girl I miss that
So far away, I'm tryna find away to get back
(yeah)

See, I'm bipolar and you know that
I'm sorry, wish I never had to show that
I'm cold, my sweet Caroline
Just tell me a million times
Tell me how you don't
Like hearing my stories, i wish I never lied
I know, you've been somewhere
(Woah) , that you don't wanna be
But it's okay (yeah)

I know, you never tried to save me i know
You damn near gave up and you fucking hate me
I know
I can't replace the memories you gave me
I know, that's why I'm
Tryna make it entertaining

Okay, like fuck that shit, this year I'm up
You already know
Two shots hit his man and left his body froze
(Yes sir) i walked in with a drum
It's time to rock and roll
Like, fuck the KKK, k, gon' get on bodies
Woah i been way too deep in my
Thoughts like I'm still on parole
Like it's still fucking through a phone
I remembered all my lines but I'm
Still wasting all my time
Just give me back what's mine

See, I'm bipolar and you know that
I'm sorry, wish I never had to show that
I'm cold, my sweet Caroline
(yeah) , just tell me a million times
Tell me how you don't
Like hearing my stories, i wish I never lied
I know, you've been somewhere, that
You don't wanna be, but it's okay

I know, you never tried to save me
I know, you damn near gave up
And you fucking hate me i know
I can't replace the memories you gave me
I know, that's why I'm
Tryna make it entertaining

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