Wipe My Tears - Black G featuring Iron Pie, Nice One & King K of Murda Street

Hey, you know I tell her all the time Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby Nothing's gonna make you cry I'll be damned if I ever let another hand Wipe your tears before they dry Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby Nothing's gonna make you cry I'll be damned if I ever let another hand Wipe your tears before they dry Keep your friends close, but this pretty girl closer Kiss her on the neck, little baby is a poser Thinks she's so cold, but the world is colder Take her in my lap and I'll promise that I'll hold her My bed is too big for only me I keep a pistol when I sleep Inside my mouth so I can shoot Down all the bad things You know I tell her all the time Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby Nothing's gonna make you cry I'll be damned if I ever let another hand Wipe your tears before they dry You know I tell her all the time Nothing's gonna hurt you, baby Nothing's gonna make you cry I'll be damned if I ever let another hand Wipe your tears before they dry Mmm-mmm Yeah, yeah

愛 口ずさんだ言葉の その意味を いつの日か 知りはじめても この夢に勝てない 時 移りゆき思い出に はぐれても この世に生きるすべを 探して 歩いていきたい ※My tears 今 この一瞬に すべてをかけてゆけるのなら My tears 涙もかれるほど 命の限りに生きてきた 永遠の夢 心に満ちていく日まで※ 想いあるがままにゆくことのむずかしさを 時代は教えるけど ひとつかみ勇気を下さい My tears 今 この一瞬に すべてをかけてゆけるのなら My tears 涙はもう捨てて 命の限りに生きていく 悲しみを勲章に変えられる日まで (※くり返し) Lala La Lala Lala Lala La La Lala Lala La Lala Lala Lala La La... Lala La Lala Lala Lala La La Lala Lala La Lala Lala Lala La La... Lala La Lala Lala Lala La La Lala Lala La Lala Lala Lala La La La...

Like a leaf Caught in the wind he drifted a while With no purpose or direction To his life He tried to get himself together And pacify his mind And forget about the things he'd left behind A cryin' woman He left standing at his door With a two month old baby in her arms His little black book he left torn up on the floor God only knows he never meant to do her wrong A careless weekend On the other side of town Has torn the king of Oak Street's Castle down And all week long he's tried to phone her But she won't let him explain Now Sunday morning Finds him walking in the rain He sits down In a phone booth and he prays That she'll forgive him And she'll believe he's changed his ways With shaking hands He deposits his last dime And he's still praying that she won't hang up this time Then the sweetest voice He's ever heard says hello "Breakfast's almost ready baby, come on home" I've thought the whole thing over And I think I understand That the king of Oak Street is just an ordinary man I've thought the whole thing over And I think I understand That the king of Oak Street Is just an ordinary man