The Lion King Moroh - lion king песня

Beautiful

Lately, I’ve been hard to reach
I’ve been too long on my own
Everyone has their private world
Where they can be alone
Are you calling me
Are you trying to get through
Are you reaching out for me
I’m reaching out for you

I’m just so fuckin’ depressed
I just can’t seem to get out this slump
If I could just get over this hump
But I need something to pull me out this dump
I took my bruises, took my lumps
Fell down and I got right back up
But I need that spark to get psyched back up
In order for me to pick the mic back up
I don’t know how or why or when
I ended up in this position I’m in
I’m startin’ to feel distant again
So I decided just to pick this pen up
and try to make an attempt to vent
But I just can’t admit or come to grips
That I may be done with rap, I need a new outlet
And I know some shit, so hard to swallow
But I just can’t sit back and wallow in my own sorrow
But I know one fact, I’ll be one tough act to follow
One tough act to follow
I’ll be one tough act to follow
Here today, gone tomorrow
But you’d have to walk a
thousand miles

Refrain
In my shoes, just to see, what
it’s like to be me
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what it’d be like to feel your pain
You feel mine, go inside each others’ minds
Just to see what we’d find, look at shit
through each others eyes
But don’t let them say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
But don’t let them say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay
true to you

I think I’m startin’ to lose my sense of humor
Every thing’s so tense and gloom
I almost feel like I got to check the temperature of the room
Just as soon as I walk in, it’s like all eyes on me
So I try to avoid any eye contact
‘Cause if I do that, then it opens the door for conversation, like I want that
I’m not looking for extra attention
I want to be just like you
Blend in with the rest of the room
Maybe just point me to the closest restroom
I don’t need no fuckin’ man servant, tryin’ a follow me around and wipe my ass
And laugh at every single joke I crack and half of them ain’t even funny like
“Ahh, Marshall you’re so funny, man, you should be a comedian, god damn”
Unfortunately I am, I just hide behind the tears of a clown
So why don’t you all sit down, listen to the tale I’m about to tell
Hell, we ain’t gotta trade our shoes, and you ain’t gotta walk no
thousand miles

Refrain
In my shoes, just to see, what
it’s like to be me
I’ll be you, let’s trade shoes
Just to see what it’d be like to feel your pain
You feel mine, go inside each others’ minds
Just to see what we’d find, look at shit
through each others eyes
But don’t let them say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay true to you
But don’t let them say you ain’t beautiful
They can all get fucked, just stay
true to you

Nobody asked for life to deal us what these bullshit hands were dealt
We gotta take these cards ourselves, and flip them, don’t expect no help
Now I could of either, just sat on my ass and pissed and moaned
Or take this situation in which I’m placed, and get up and get my own
I was never the type of kid to wait by the door and pack his bags
Or sat on the porch and hoped and pray for a dad to show up who never did
I just wanted to fit in, in every single place, every school I went
I dreamed of being that cool kid, even if it meant actin’ stupid
And Aunt Edna was told me, keep makin’ that face, it’ll get stuck like that
Meanwhile, I’m just standin’ there holdin’ my tongue tryin’ a talk like “thissss”
‘Til I stuck my tongue on that frozen stop sign pole at 8 years old
I learned my lesson then, ’cause I wasn’t tryin’ to impress my friends no more
But I already told you my whole life story, not just based on my description
‘Cause where you see it, from where you’re sittin’, it’s probab