| Don’t believe in the system of time
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| Always ahead, I’m never behind
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| With these elegant lines, I bless the minds
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| And bless all of mine
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| I search for what I never can find
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| Out of the box, Never confined
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| As the best die or resign
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| This spot I’ll take, The top is mine
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| They tell me to chill but I don’t like the cold
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| Telling me things that I already know
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| Saying that liquor is bad for my soul
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| They tell me to chill but I don’t like the cold
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| Telling me things that I already know
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| Saying that weed is bad for my soul
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| They tell me to chill but I don’t like the cold
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| Looking so young but feeling so old
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| Liquor and weed smoke all on my clothes
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| Fuck I hope my momma don’t know
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| Cause then that’s when all the drama going to go
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| Crazy, Coocoo, so bananas
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| I’m just an artist painting art
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| Can’t you see my canvas
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| Take a look at me
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| Better yet, go on take a picture
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| Fuck the bitches, Fuck the money
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| Cause when your gone, You can’t take it with you
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| I’ve been reading scriptures
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| Paint like a young Bob Ross
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| Everything I touch turn into gold
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| Music is medicine for your soul
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| Take another teaspoon
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| Nigga don’t be rude, I’m only helping you
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| Cause what they show for you, is bad for your health
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| Meditation for spiritual wealth
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| Damn, I’m just trying to get rich
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| Well shit, ain’t we all
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| They murdering
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| Not only in Ferguson, all over the globe
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| Niggas kill niggas with weapons and over the stove
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| I’m tired of killing my own
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| They tell me to chill
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| But I cannot do it, when you smarter than them
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| It’s hard to play stupid
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| I refuse to play stupid
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| Niggas start revolutions
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| Get up and fight
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| Nigga fight for your rights
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| Nigga fight for what’s right
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| Kill off the hate, What else can I say
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| I’m the son of the great
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| All of it’s great
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| What the fuck is this race
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| That we all running
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| Swear to Allah
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| That it’s all or nothing
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| I’m just being real
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| How you feel
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| Tell them that the A/C broke
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| Every time a nigga joke
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| Telling me to chill
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| When I ride with my squad (x7)
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| No fucking thing
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| Nothing turns to (?)
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| Riding in my zone
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| Ducking, dodging the apocalypse
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| Riding in my own
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| Finding what this world has got for me
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| Divide us into zones and complain about dichotomy
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| But I’m going to let the music come first
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| I’m going to let your feeling die down for awhile
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| And I’m going to hit you up and converse
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| About all the crazy times we had when I was a child
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| Now I’m going to have to carry this weight
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| I’m going to have to carry this burden alone now
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| I know I done made some mistakes
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| But I stay committed to the path
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| And it’s too late to turn around
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| Say what (x6) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Chill , by - Alex Wiley. Song from the album Tangerine Dream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп