| And when you spiral through the atmosphere
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| All they see is motion
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| They never see the tears, they never feel the pain
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| They always think it’s nothing but it’s something, such a shame
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| So caught up in the fantasy
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| Humanity has made a love story out of tragedy
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| But there is no romance in life that’s on the ledge
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| And there’s no one to talk you down and tuck you in the bed
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| Lord, it’s so ironic that it’s funny
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| Or something for the books or the bars
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| To bob your head and nod, I recall
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| So many never ever thought you’d make it
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| So sad they were mistaken, the joy they tried to take it
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| Mama said it, «The best thing you can do and be is you»
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| «This world ain’t got but one, so give credit where it is due»
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| Ain’t that the truth? |
| And here you are, a black unicorn
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| Mythical, mystical, since the day that you were born
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| Mastered all the madness, let the magic have his way
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| Let the power paint the day, let the god have his say
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| Cause there’s a place that you can go, no one else is allowed
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| Sitting up on your cloud, so high when you look down
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| Just glance upon the beauty and the wonder to be found
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| Then know that you can stop your search, cause love is all around
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| Free at last, free at last
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| That’s what I said when I got out my last deal
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| Some people can’t relate
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| Sleep is the cousin of death, that is some Nas shit
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| And when it’s cold outside, so your pipes won’t bust
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| Turn on your faucet
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| Drip, fuck the water bill, we stay in apartments
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| And everything is a obstacle
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| When they watching you, the hospital needs a hospital
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| Now they mocking you, they say the flattery is sincere
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| I rhyme like a nigga younger than me by ten years
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| Yeah, and that’s my car talking
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| Old school running with the dogs barking
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| Hop out that bitch like I’m sellin' coffins
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| Weed so strong, I be seldom coughing
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| And I’m covered in Balmain
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| Instagram pics of my lobster omelette
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| Selling that Parkay, life ain’t no arcade
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| Now I got more nines than the fourth grade
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| Freedom, it’s all I really want
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| It’s all I really want to be
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| It’s all I really need
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| I want, I want and I believe
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| You thought you had the best of me
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| But now I’m what you need
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| Hear ye, hear ye, you can’t come near me
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| Competition best to fear me
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| Lyrically I could be Talib Kweli
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| But with gold teeth, it’d be hard for some to believe
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| I leave them pussies stinking, they need Summer’s Eve
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| I practiced repetition, I need 100 G’s
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| 100 M’s, hug and squeeze, Dad kept this in the dungarees
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| I’m not a rat but I love the cheese
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| I change hoes like I change gears
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| And my yard so big I got pet deers
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| And my homies try to act like I ain’t real
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| I put my apron on, I taught myself how to make meals
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| You need a focus group, my group focused
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| Hit them loco jokers with the hocus pocus
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| I’m the dopest, you can quote this
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| Underscore, it’s just me and dope
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| Dirty ass niggas, we’ll sell your ass a ki of soap
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| I done seen them rich, I done seen them broke
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| I done seen it all, watched a pregnant lady smoke
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| When the baby come out, he gon' be geeked
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| You never know, he might come out to feed me
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| Freedom, it’s all I really want
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| It’s all I really want to be
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| It’s all I really need
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| I want, I want and I believe
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| You thought you had the best of me
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| But now I’m what you need |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Unicorn, artist - 2 Chainz. Album song B.O.A.T.S. II #METIME, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп