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j. han - growing pains كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: j. han]
the legacy you left, i will carry on
i’mma raise it up high — el elyon
this oil is burning through the night
fighting hard in the dark, eyes on the prize
i found a stack of your old pictures
got in my kimchi squat to reminisce
while sorting through a million words
i found myself speechless; no verbiage or diction
could even grasp how much i miss you
for once i’mma let it all out
i’m allowing all my tear ducts to run dry
first time that my kleenex is all out
you’re the reason that brought us all together
now our tribe’s like feathers in the wind
instead of white or black, there’s only heather
praying that the tale gets better cause it’s looking dim

[verse 2: j. han]
on funeral day could you believe it?
with great pride, i delivered your eulogy
and i talked about the greatness of jesus
the sole source of your joy and your freedom
no apologies, you’d be proud of me, smiling down on me
though it’s probably not the case ‘cause
you’ll be way too busy with your praise
dancing galore and worshipping of the most high
such a woman full of gentleness and power
counting her riches up in heaven — gold showers
in her final hours, waiting in the nursing home
as her spirit was about to leave her body cold
she lifted up her old hands to worship
it was well with her soul, and that’s beautiful
man, she lifted up her old hands to worship
it was well with her soul, and that’s beautiful

[hook]
what i’m really needing now’s the warmth of your embrace
the sea has left me out to dry, alone and out of place
help me rise up from the dirt to be the potter’s clay
i’m going through my growing pains x2
and it hurts so bad, but i know it’s good for me
and it hurts so bad, but i know it’s good for me
and it hurts so bad, but i know it’s good for me
i’m going through my growing pains x2

[verse 3: j. han]
i hate to see my mama cry
but i hate it even more when i’m seen with my teary eyes
when we found your old suitcase — the ugly one
with the palm trees, weeds, and the ugly sun
welcomed by a stash of your old cardigans
it was surreal, i was riding in that car again
on my way to you for the final farewell
black nails. black tears on the stairwell
black suit at the burial, “go in peace”
i guess it’s bye to wheelchairs annoying me
no more long sunday drives in the busy streets
or filet-o-fish .. to brighten up your week
i realize now in the dull moments
god was chiseling my character and showing me
the beauty in your legacy of faith
i gotta race like i’m tryna win the prize!

- j han

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