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T.I.
T.I.
Stimme und Gesang
Justin Timberlake
Justin Timberlake
Stimme und Gesang
Carol Briselli
Carol Briselli
Bratsche
Eliza Cho
Eliza Cho
Geige
Emma Kummrow
Emma Kummrow
Geige
Igor Szwec
Igor Szwec
Geige
James J. Cooper III
James J. Cooper III
Cello
Larry Gold
Larry Gold
Dirigent:in
Michelle Bishop
Michelle Bishop
Geige
Peter Nocella
Peter Nocella
Bratsche
Steve Salas
Steve Salas
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Justin Timberlake
Justin Timberlake
Songwriter:in
Clifford Harris
Clifford Harris
Songwriter:in
Rob Knox
Rob Knox
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Justin Timberlake
Justin Timberlake
Produzent:in
Jean-Marie Horvat
Jean-Marie Horvat
Mischtechniker:in
Jeff Chestek
Jeff Chestek
Saiteningenieur:in
Joshua Gudwin
Joshua Gudwin
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Paul Foley
Paul Foley
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Rob Knox
Rob Knox
Co-Produzent:in
Tom Syrowski
Tom Syrowski
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Ayy, let me kick it to you right quick, man Not on some gangsta shit, man, on some real shit Anybody done been through the same thing, I'm sure you feel the same way Big Phil, this for you pimpin' Oh, I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long) Just tryin' to find my way back home (back home) The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone And oh, I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long) Just tryin' to find my way back home (back home) The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone, hey Ever had one of them days you wish you would've stayed home? Run into a group of niggas who gettin' they hate on You walk by They get wrong You reply then shit get blown Way outta proportion Way past discussion Just you against them, pick one then rush 'em Figure you get jumped, hell, that's nothin' They don't wanna stop there, now they bustin' Now you gushin' ambulance rushin' You to the hospital with a bad concussion Plus you hit four times, bullet hit yo' spine Paralyzed waist down, now your wheelchair bound Never mind that now, you lucky to be alive Just think it all started you fussin' with three guys Now your pride in the way, but your pride is the way You could fuck around, get shot, die any day Niggas die everyday All over bullshit, dope money, dice game, ordinary hood shit Could this be 'cause of hip hop music? Or did the ones with the good sense not use it? Usually, niggas don't know what to do when their back against the wall, so they just start shootin' For red or for blue or for blow, I guess From Bankhead up to your projects No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family's sake That part of me left yesterday The heart of me is strong today No regrets, I'm blessed to say The old me dead and gone away Oh, I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long) Just tryin' to find my way back home (back home) The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone And oh, I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long) Just tryin' to find my way back home (back home) The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone, hey I ain't never been scared, I lived through tragic situations Could've been dead lookin' back at it Most of that shit didn't even have to happen But you don't think about it when you out there trappin' In apartments hangin', smokin' and rappin' Niggas start shit, next thing you know we cappin' Get locked up then, didn't even get mad Now think about, "Damn, what a life I had!" Most of that shit, look back, just laugh Some shit still look back get sad Maybe my homeboy still be around Had I not hit the nigga in the mouth that time I won that fight, I lost that war I can still see my nigga walkin' out that door Who would've thought I'd never see Philant no more? Got enough dead homies, I don't want no more Cost a nigga his jaw, cost me more I done took that ass whippin' now for sure Now think before I risk my life Take them chances to get my stripe A nigga put his hands on me, alright Otherwise, stand there talk shit all night 'Cause I hit you and you sue me I shoot you, get locked up, who? Me No more stress, now I'm straight, now I get it, now I take Time to think, before I make mistakes just for my family's sake That part of me left yesterday The heart of me is strong today No regrets I'm blessed to say The old me dead and gone away Oh, I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long) Just tryin' to find my way back home (back home) The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone And oh, I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long) Just tryin' to find my way back home (back home) The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone I turn my head to the East, I don't see nobody by my side I turn my head to the West, still nobody in sight So I turn my head to the North, swallow that pill that they call pride That old me is dead and gone But that new me will be alright I turn my head to the East, I don't see nobody by my side I turn my head to the West, still nobody in sight So I turn my head to the North, swallow that pill that they call pride That old me is dead and gone But that new me will be alright, 'cause Oh, I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long) Just tryin' to find my way back home (back home) The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone And oh, I've been travelin' on this road too long (too long) Just tryin' to find my way back home (back home) The old me is dead and gone, dead and gone, hey
Writer(s): Clifford J. Harris, Justin R. Timberlake, Rob Knox Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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