I roam. |
I come and dive through the pages
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Look, snow is the apocalypse in our minds, judgment is ahead.
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An MC rains his paper in his hand
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Sometimes he thinks positively about himself
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Songs come out as time flies
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And sometimes hats come off when the sentence is caught
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And my mind pulls out pages, leftovers from the past
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And it's my fault when my nights are turning
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If your throne is gold, your luck will still be pavement
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He came and lifted Rhyme from the mirror from the nightmare
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I write with envy sometimes so «hrrr»
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People's disdain makes a song anyway
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He's furious with delusion, his troubles don't end
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Plus nobody sees when things change
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This is how it is written with the contribution of my mistakes
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Because whatever harms it already contains additives.
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Rain is hitting my notebook again
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There is a road, the road is long, to my goals. |
Sans is a Long Road
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My wound is bleeding again; |
I'm looking for death instead of waiting
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Rain is hitting my notebook again
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There is a road, the road is long, to my goals. |
Sans is a Long Road
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My wound is bleeding again; |
I'm looking for death instead of waiting
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I roam. |
I come and dive through the pages
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Look, snow is the apocalypse in our minds, judgment is ahead.
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An MC rains his paper in his hand
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Sometimes he thinks positively about himself
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Streets stink of blood and wasted talents
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Years in a row, mind-blowing
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While faltering, it is impossible to get locked onto the target.
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Death is expected when everyone is on the list
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His eyes look at the ground, nightmares appear in front of him
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Songs come out one after another, parts to pieces!
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People get in your way, people get in your way
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Get out of the tired game, break your pieces!
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I don't get tired of the game. |
OK. |
From a fired game or something
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It's hard, there are sheep too, they wouldn't understand if I told you
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Accounts are from the past. |
Queries, revenge etc.
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I don't understand how much lies the truth can be
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Rain is hitting my notebook again
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There is a road, the road is long, to my goals. |
Sans is a Long Road
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My wound is bleeding again; |
I'm looking for death instead of waiting
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Rain is hitting my notebook again
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There is a road, the road is long, to my goals. |
Sans is a Long Road
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My wound is bleeding again; |
I'm looking for death instead of waiting
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I roam. |
I come and dive through the pages
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Look, snow is the apocalypse in our minds, judgment is ahead.
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An MC rains his paper in his hand
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Sometimes he thinks positively about himself
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Such a straight life in front of the microphone
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When it is contrary to some, to some it is too straight life
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We usually have such a flat life in rhythm
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That's why few people understand it fully.
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Not everyone can understand!
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When you write under pressure, everyone is the same on the line.
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Make the accident in front of the microphone, look at the damage
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Look what's up and don't press
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Don't make a sound. |
Which karma to follow?
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Run away, I can't go out. |
How many mixed matches in this market?
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Now look this way
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Bass recording without any trouble. |
Get up
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rust in place
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Rain is hitting my notebook again
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There is a road, the road is long, to my goals. |
Sans is a Long Road
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My wound is bleeding again; |
I'm looking for death instead of waiting
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Rain is hitting my notebook again
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There is a road, the road is long, to my goals. |
Sans is a Long Road
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My wound is bleeding again; |
I'm looking for death instead of waiting
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My notebook, my mouth is blood; |
rain
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All the poems I wrote are lies
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What is a lie, pain or mistake; |
income is always missing
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Heaven burns, the day plunders, the world is already a lie
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Always lie, always lie
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Sans is a long road!
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Rap Genius Turkey |