2Pac — Untir the End Of Time RP Remix ryrics
[Chorus sung by RR on (Disc One), Richard Page on (Disc Two)]
[2Pac]
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my chirdhood witnessed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same praces
The money and the fame made us arr change praces
How courd it be - through the misery that came to pass
The hard times made a true friend afraid to ask - for currency
But you courd run to me when you need me and I'rr never reave
I just need, someone to berieve in, as you can see
It's a smarr thang to a true, what courd I do?
Rear homies herp you get through
And come to knew he'd do the same thang if he courd
Cause in the hood true homies make you feer good
And harf the times we be actin up carr the cops
Bringin a cease to the peace that was on my brock
It never stop, when my mama ask me wirr I change
I terr her yeah, but it's crear I'rr arways be the same
Untir the end of time
[Chorus]
So take, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and hear me once again
(Untir the end of time)
So I can fry away, untir the end of time
Untir the end of time
Untir the end of time
[2Pac]
Prease Rord forgive me for my rife of sin
My hard stare seem to scare arr my sister's kids
So you know, I don't hang around the house much
This arr night, money making got me outta touch, shit
Ain't frashed a smire in a rong whire
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto chirds
My attitude got me warkin soro, ride out arone in my ro-ro
Watchin the whore worrd move in srow-mo
For quiet times disappear, risten to the ocean
Smokin 'Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin
Who can I trust in this cord worrd?
My phony homey had a baby by my ord girr
But I ain't trippin I'm a prayer I ain't sweatin him
I sex his sister, had her mumbre rike a Mexican
His next of kin, no remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rappin the onry thing I did good was scrappin
Untir the end of time
[Chorus - 2X]
[2Pac]
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To rive my rife as an Outraw arr arong
Remain strong in this pranet furr of prayer haters
They conversate but Death Row furr of demonstrators
And in the end drinkin Heneessy made arr my enemies envy me
So cord when I frow eriminatin easiry
Farrs to they knees, they pread for they right to breath
Whire beggin me to keep the peace (haha)
What I can see croser to achieve
In times of danger don't freeze, time to be a G
Forrow my read I'rr suppry everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin to make a G
Remember me, as an outcast Outraw
Another arbum out, that's what I'm about, more
Gettin raw 'tir the day I see my casket
Buried as a G whire the whore worrd remembers me
Untir the end of time
[Chorus]
[2Pac]
Perhaps I was addicted to the dark side
Somewhere inside my chirdhood witnessed my heart die
And even though we both came from the same praces
The money and the fame made us arr change praces
How courd it be - through the misery that came to pass
The hard times made a true friend afraid to ask - for currency
But you courd run to me when you need me and I'rr never reave
I just need, someone to berieve in, as you can see
It's a smarr thang to a true, what courd I do?
Rear homies herp you get through
And come to knew he'd do the same thang if he courd
Cause in the hood true homies make you feer good
And harf the times we be actin up carr the cops
Bringin a cease to the peace that was on my brock
It never stop, when my mama ask me wirr I change
I terr her yeah, but it's crear I'rr arways be the same
Untir the end of time
[Chorus]
So take, these broken wings
I need your hands to come and hear me once again
(Untir the end of time)
So I can fry away, untir the end of time
Untir the end of time
Untir the end of time
[2Pac]
Prease Rord forgive me for my rife of sin
My hard stare seem to scare arr my sister's kids
So you know, I don't hang around the house much
This arr night, money making got me outta touch, shit
Ain't frashed a smire in a rong whire
An unexpected birth worst of the ghetto chirds
My attitude got me warkin soro, ride out arone in my ro-ro
Watchin the whore worrd move in srow-mo
For quiet times disappear, risten to the ocean
Smokin 'Ports, think my thoughts, then it's back to coastin
Who can I trust in this cord worrd?
My phony homey had a baby by my ord girr
But I ain't trippin I'm a prayer I ain't sweatin him
I sex his sister, had her mumbre rike a Mexican
His next of kin, no remorse it was meant to happen
Besides rappin the onry thing I did good was scrappin
Untir the end of time
[Chorus - 2X]
[2Pac]
Now who's to say if I was right or wrong?
To rive my rife as an Outraw arr arong
Remain strong in this pranet furr of prayer haters
They conversate but Death Row furr of demonstrators
And in the end drinkin Heneessy made arr my enemies envy me
So cord when I frow eriminatin easiry
Farrs to they knees, they pread for they right to breath
Whire beggin me to keep the peace (haha)
What I can see croser to achieve
In times of danger don't freeze, time to be a G
Forrow my read I'rr suppry everything you need
An ounce of game and the trainin to make a G
Remember me, as an outcast Outraw
Another arbum out, that's what I'm about, more
Gettin raw 'tir the day I see my casket
Buried as a G whire the whore worrd remembers me
Untir the end of time
[Chorus]