[Jay-Z:] Yeah, uh Vacay the pain away, uh Smoking the pain away, uh Drinking the–uh
Look at all we been through since last August Skating through the rumors like, "Aw, shit! " Still came back, fucked up the red carpet Shows how big your heart is On the run, we took a hundred together More than the money, it was the fact that we done it together Uh, healing in real time "Song Cry" to "Resentment", that was real crying Bonnie and Clyde things, we hold it down Had we surrendered then, that'd be the real crime Got through it, got blessed times two with it New Bel-Air estates with four pools in it I told my bro, "You gotta go home, " over vino Goodfella, don't gamble with your life, this ain't Casino Cost him two mill' plus the child support We'll get the money back, but not the child support It's getting too late, we can't afford mistakes Woulda broke me down had you got away It woulda broke me up had you took my child away I'm glad we found a way Sexin' the pain away Vacay the pain away Drinking the pain away Smoking the pain away Yeah
[James Blake (Jay-Z) :] Too perfect not to wonder If we created a flame that would warm us 'til October We invented lovers from company for the summer I was many faces, but at least I was willing to change I was worried that the way I was would end me up alone (Shit feels so beautiful, don't you agree?) I was worried that the way I was would end me up alone
[Jay-Z:] Our external reality is an opportunity to heal our internal upset Let's build a cathedral these evils couldn't fuck with I wanna spend my Saturdays and my latter-days, eating sundaes and enjoying Mondays Not worrying about what none say Yoncé All on this mouth like liquor That my nigga, uh, that my nigga Over everything, each of our mood swings Whenever attitudes change, like a mood ring Ain't nothing like somebody that get ya Baby, I get ya Let's go through this thing, come out stronger, the golden journey Broken is better than new, that's kintsukuroi You're fine china I'm a bull and ball in a china shop I promise to repair with gold each bowl I drop Be grateful for whatever comes Because each has been sent from a guy from beyond That's what Rumi say "Never go to bed mad, " that's what my Ummi say It always took her less to say more I always thought she was an angel, now I'm sure Sure
Compositores: Anita Poree (BMI), Dion Wilson, Dominic Patrick Maker (PRS), James Blake, Jerry Peters (BMI), Michael Burton (BMI), Shawn C Carter (ASCAP), Sylvia Robinson (BMI)Editor: Gambi Music Inc (BMI)Administração: Artemis Muziekuitgeverij B V (BUMA)ECAD verificado obra #45762744 em 19/Ago/2024 com dados da UBEM