| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, cmon
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| Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side
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| Some where inside my childhood
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| I missed my heart die
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| And even though we both came from the same places
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| The money and the fame made us all change places
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| How could it be?
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| Through the misery that came and passed
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| The hard times, make a true friend afraid to ask
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| For currency, but you can run to me when we need me, I’ll never leave
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| Honestly, someone to believe, and as you can see
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| This is our thang through and true
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| What could I do?
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| Real homies help you get through
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| And comin knew, he’d do the same thang if he could
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| Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good
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| And half the time we’d be actin up, call the cops
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| Bringin the cease to the peace that was on my block
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| It neva stops
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| When my mama asked me will I change?
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| I tell her yea, but its clear I’ll always be tha same
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| Until the end of time
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| Chorus
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| Take
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| These broken wings
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| I need your hands to come and heal me once again (until the end of time)
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| So I can flyyyyyyyyy, till the end of time
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| Till the end of time
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| Please Lord forgive me for my life of sin
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| My hard stare seems to scare all my sisters kids
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| So you know
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| I don’t hang around tha house much
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| It’s all like the money makin got me outta touch
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| Shit
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| Ain’t flashed a smile in a long while
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| And unexpected birth worst, of the ghetto childs
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| My attitude got me walkin solo
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, cmon
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| Perhaps I was addicted to tha dark side
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| Some where inside my childhood
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| I missed my heart die
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| And even though we both came from the same places
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| The money and the fame made us all change places
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| How could it be?
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| Through the misery that came and passed
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| The hard times, make a true friend afraid tone in my low low
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| Watchin tha whole world move in slow mo, ha
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| For quiet times, disappear listen to the ocean
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| Smokin ports, thinkin thoughts, and its back to coastin
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| Who can I trust in this cold world?
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| My phony homie had a baby by my own girl
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| But i aint trippin, I’ma playa, I aint sweatin him
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| I sex his sista, had her mo good like a Mexican
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| His next a kid
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| No remorse it was meant to happen
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| Besides rappin, the only thang I did good was scrap
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| Until the end of time
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| Chorus
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| Take
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| These broken wings
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| I need your hands to come and heal me once again (until the end of time)
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| So I can flyyyyyyyyyyyy, flyyy
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| Till the end of time
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| Till the end of time
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| Take
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| These broken wings
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| I need your hands to come and heal me once again (until the end of time)
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| So I can flyyyyyyyy, flyyyyyyy
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| Till the end of time
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| Till the end of time
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| Now who’s ta say if I was right or wrong?
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| Ta live my life as an outlaw all along, remain strong
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| In this planet full of playa hatas
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| They conversate, but Death Row, full of demonstratas
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| And in tha end drinkin henno ask
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| For currency, but you can run to me when we need me, I’ll never leave
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| Honestly, someone to believe, and as you can see
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| This is our thang through and true
|
| What could I do?
|
| Real homies help you get through
|
| And comin knew, he’d do the same thang if he could
|
| Cuz in the hood true homies make you feel good
|
| And half the time we’d be actin up, call the cops
|
| Bringin the cease to the peace that was on my block
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| It neva stops
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| When my mama asked me will I change?
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| I tell her yea, but its clear I’ll always be tha darkside |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Until The End Of Time , by - 2Pac. Song from the album Until The End Of Time, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп