Papa - Claude Barzotti

This rage, I just can't escape Screaming at my face So loud I can't hear my voice No love, no feelings I choke on the air I'm breathing Undone, unhealin' Ain't nobody stoppin' the bleeding I'm death with demons on both sides Can't think no angel left inside Chained to the static in my mind And I can't hide This rage, I just can't escape Screaming at my face So loud I can't hear my voice Breaking through my mistakes Free fall into grace, I'm not insane It's time to kill the noise My scars keep screamin' I lived through the pain for a reason My god, my anger It drives me down like an anchor I'm death with demons on both sides Can't think no angel left inside Chained to the static in my mind And I can't hide This rage, I just can't escape Screaming at my face So loud I can't hear my voice Breaking through my mistakes Free fall into grace, I'm not insane It's time to kill the noise Shut up This rage, I just can't escape Screaming at my face So loud I can't hear my voice Breaking through my mistakes Free fall into grace, I'm not insane It's time to kill the noise

There's no money There's no possessions Only obsession I don't need that shit Take my money Take my obsession I just wanna be heard Loud and clear are my words Comin' from within' man, tell 'em what you heard It's about a revolution In your heart and in your mind, you can't find the conclusion Lifestyle and obsession Diamond rings get you nothin' but a lifelong lesson And you're pocket book stressin' You're a slave to the system, workin' jobs that you hate For that shit you don't need It's too bad the world is based on greed Step back and see Stop thinkin' 'bout yourself, start thinkin' 'bout There's no money There's no possession Only obsession I don't need that shit Take my money Take my possession Take my obsession I don't need that 'Cause everything is nothing And emptiness is in everything This reality is really just a fucked-up dream With the flesh and the blood that you call your soul Flip it inside out, it's a big black hole Take your money, burn it up like an asteroid Possessions, they are never gonna fill the void Take it away and learn the best lesson The heart, the soul, the life, the passion There's no money There's no possession Only obsession I don't need that shit Take my money Take my possession Take my obsession I don't need that shit Money Possession Obsession Present yourself, press your clothes Comb your hair and clock in You just can't win, just can't win The things you own, own you now Take my money Take my possession Take my obsession I don't need that shit Fuck your money Fuck your possession Fuck your obsession I don't need that shit Money Possession Obsession I don't need that shit

Papa drove a truck nearly all his life You know it drove mama crazy being a trucker's wife The part she couldn't handle was being alone I guess she needed more to hold than just a telephone Papa called Mama each and every night Just to ask her how she was and if us kids were alright Mama would wait for that call to come in When Daddy 'd hang up, she was gone again Mama was a looker, Lord, how she shined Papa was a good 'n, But the jealous kind Papa loved Mama; Mama loved men Mamas in the graveyard, Papa's in the pen Well, it was bound to happen and one night it did Papa came home and it was just us kids He had a dozen roses and a bottle of wine If he was looking' to surprise us, he was doing' fine I heard him cry for mama up and down the hall Then I heard a bottle break against the bedroom wall That old diesel engine made an eerie sound When Papa fired it up and headed into town Well, the picture in the paper showed the scene really well Papa's rig was buried in the local motel The desk clerk said he saw it all real clear He never hit his brakes when he was shifting gears Mama was a looker, Lord, how she shined Papa was a good 'n, But the jealous kind Papa loved Mama; Mama loved men Mamas in the graveyard, Papa's in the pen Mamas in the graveyard, Papa's in the pen Ah, let's go boys Aww, she's a good 'n, though And if you don't believe me, ask Bill or Charlie Let's see, there's Frank, Randy, James Just don't ask daddy Whew God love her soul C'mon boys, we better get out of here It's Rollin' the coal

متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف وتفوت أيام وتمر سنين وانا حالي غريب انا مين انا مين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين مشدود في الساقية وعايش مبسوط وحزين ومحبط وجرئ ورزين على غفلة اتحول بركان جبار انا ضلمة وليل أنا نار ونهار متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف ماشي على طريق مكتوب مرسوم بس انا مسؤول وعليا اللوم ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول ماقدرش أقول من الذنب برئ لا انا ابليس ولا هبقى رسول قدامي طريق همشيه همشيه نفهم في الآخر كل ده لية متكتف مهموم موجوع وضعيف وشجاع مليان أحلام وعشان مربوط مكسور وبكسر في المآديف

فوسط زحمة وناس كتير وطريق أنا ماشي فيه عكس السير وسط الطموح والأمل والتمني فاضلي خطوة توصلني فوسط حاجات ومكيفات بحاول أنسى كل اللي فات في وسط صدري ضلعي مكسور ومن خلاله قلبي شايف نور أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع فوسط الليل وأنا بعيد عن البشر شفت نور يشبه نور القمر بس القمر مسيره يفارق ويسيبني تاني مع الوحدة أحارب فوسط قصة حب يعني وهمية كان لازم أصدق اصل الوحدة قوية مش كل المشاعر حقيقية أنا شفت نور معرفتش اغمض عنيا أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع أنا كنت فاكر اني طاير وأتاريني على وشي بقع أنا كنت فاكر إني هوصل لكني بهرب من الوجع

I hate that S-Class Benz that you're so damn proud of You hate my truck 'cause you can't climb out of it And I'll admit it girl, I said it and I meant it Yeah, I loved you for a minute, but we dance sure different It's been a week since you went and hit the highway And made it clear that I oughta have it my way But my way looks a whole lot better With just my truck in the driveway And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true You got drunk one night and told me I was white trash I was high, but I guess I wasn't high class Enough to show up with you on your own We were never gonna be two kids on a farm And I hope you find you a high rollin' High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true I could sit here bitter and bitchin' And wishin' things woulda gone different But that don't sound nothin' like me at all Honey, who the hell am I kiddin'? And I hope you find you a high rolling High rise view that you don't get in the country And I hope you find you a guy with some dollar sign eyes And a pocket full of money And it ain't that I want you to think that I hate every single little thing you do But when you say that I ain't ever gonna find nobody just like you I hope that's true Yeah, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true Oh, I hope that's true