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James - Ready To Die Lyrics



James - Ready To Die Lyrics
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[ Featuring Sterling ]

She said,
"Baby hold my hand 'cause it's getting heavy..."
We were walking down a pipe-lit street to a rock 'n roll American dream
She asked for a drink so I took her to The Levee
And they poured so much whiskey we damn near drank ourselves right to sleep
But in the face of a mean old high
She killed the space between she and I
And she pressed her cheek
Right up against mine
And whispered right into my ear
Baby, I'm ready to die
Ready for someone to show me the light
Ready to go to the other side
Maybe baby you can show me tonight
Yeah 'cause I'm ready to die
Ready to know what comes after this life
Ready to burn and I'm ready to fly
Take me baby I'm ready
So I held out my hand to go back to the city
There was a river raging beneath our golden chariot in the sky
I took her to my old tin shack in the village
Floor-boards worn and curtains torn
Damn it would make my poor mama cry
But she dropped her bag and I shifted my weight
We went on out to the fire escape
And she said now boy don't you dare hesitate
Cuz I want this whole town to hear
That I'm ready to die
Ready for someone to show me the light
Ready to go to the other side
Maybe baby you can show me tonight
Yeah 'cause I'm ready to die
Ready to know what comes after this life
Ready to burn and I'm ready to fly
Take me baby I'm ready
I'm ready
In the face of a mean old high
She killed the space between she and I
And she pressed her cheek
Right up against mine
And whispered right into my ear
Baby, I'm ready to die
Ready for someone to show me the light
Ready to go to the other side
Maybe baby you can show me tonight
Yeah 'cause I'm ready to die
Ready to know what comes after this life
Ready to burn and I'm ready to fly
Take me baby I'm ready
I'm ready
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She said,
"Baby hold my hand 'cause it's getting heavy..."
We were walking down a pipe-lit street to a rock 'n roll American dream
She asked for a drink so I took her to The Levee
And they poured so much whiskey we damn near drank ourselves right to sleep
But in the face of a mean old high
She killed the space between she and I
And she pressed her cheek
Right up against mine
And whispered right into my ear
Baby, I'm ready to die
Ready for someone to show me the light
Ready to go to the other side
Maybe baby you can show me tonight
Yeah 'cause I'm ready to die
Ready to know what comes after this life
Ready to burn and I'm ready to fly
Take me baby I'm ready
So I held out my hand to go back to the city
There was a river raging beneath our golden chariot in the sky
I took her to my old tin shack in the village
Floor-boards worn and curtains torn
Damn it would make my poor mama cry
But she dropped her bag and I shifted my weight
We went on out to the fire escape
And she said now boy don't you dare hesitate
Cuz I want this whole town to hear
That I'm ready to die
Ready for someone to show me the light
Ready to go to the other side
Maybe baby you can show me tonight
Yeah 'cause I'm ready to die
Ready to know what comes after this life
Ready to burn and I'm ready to fly
Take me baby I'm ready
I'm ready
In the face of a mean old high
She killed the space between she and I
And she pressed her cheek
Right up against mine
And whispered right into my ear
Baby, I'm ready to die
Ready for someone to show me the light
Ready to go to the other side
Maybe baby you can show me tonight
Yeah 'cause I'm ready to die
Ready to know what comes after this life
Ready to burn and I'm ready to fly
Take me baby I'm ready
I'm ready
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Writer: Jeffrey Parmigiani
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Songtrust Ave

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Performed By: James
Featuring: Sterling
Language: English
Length: 3:29
Written by: Jeffrey Parmigiani

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