| «And I can’t help myself
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| Just can’t help myself oooh
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| And I can’t help myself
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| Just can’t help myself oooh
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| And I can’t help myself
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| Just can’t help myself oooh
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| Just can’t help myself oooh»
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| Since you ain’t never been here before let’s take a lil' tour
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| Eat with the rich, starve with the poor
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| Trade you a piece of my war story for yours
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| Minus braggadocios, dope punchlines and metaphors
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| Double barrel pump shotguns be blarin' off
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| On blocks where churches across from corner stores
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| Sellin' poison, hearin' noise from car be them boys
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| With it blastin' it sound it like crashin' them boards
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| Watch cop car stop to ask it’s our chore right?
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| Weed, speed the same thing as yours ock
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| Tryin' to score a piece of the pie before it dissipates
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| The vanishin' is smoke to life, let’s participate
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| Put your hands together in unison
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| To demonstrate the reason we grow up young guns with demo tapes
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| Starin' at the venues of light, tryin' to vision straight
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| Pullin' at the fabric and tearin' at the ticket tape
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| I got my eyes on the prize of life
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| Got my hands on the mic device
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| Like it might be the last time
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| Speak about a place in the world where we hardly see the sunshine
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| And even though the sun shine
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| It’s cold out here, still I move in the world with no fear
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| And I ain’t runnin' like I’m scared
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| Got it on me, I came prepared
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| «And I can’t help myself
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| Just can’t help myself oooh
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| And I can’t help myself
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| Just can’t help myself oooh
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| And I can’t help myself
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| Just can’t help myself oooh
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| Just can’t help myself oooh»
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| Since you ain’t never been here before let’s take a lil' tour
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| Give with the rich, steal from the poor
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| Trade you a piece of my history for yours
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| Just to find out who’s weight in this world is worth more
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| The man with the plan in his hand is dyin' to score
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| In a world full of terror and gunshots galore
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| Goin' off in the midst of tryin' to get yours
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| The rules never stick to life’s main accord
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| You fightin' in a war on turf that ain’t yours
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| And the killer killin'? |
| for all who ain’t saw
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| Then blame it on y’all like it starts with the heart exists
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| But hates man escapes through targets
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| The target is dollarless, pharmacists heartless, hard as they armor is
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| Stashin' they dope where they momma live
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| This is what drama is
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| Honor gets traded for scholarships
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| Based on how well you can chop and sit
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| I got my eyes on the prize of life
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| Got my hands on the mic device
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| Like it might be the last time
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| Speak about a place in the world where we hardly see the sunshine
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| And even though the sun shine
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| It’s cold out here, still I move in the world with no fear
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| And I ain’t runnin' like I’m scared
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| Got it on me, I came prepared
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| «And I can’t help myself
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| Just can’t help myself oooh
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| And I can’t help myself
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| Just can’t help myself oooh
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| And I can’t help myself
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| Just can’t help myself oooh
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| Just can’t help myself oooh» |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Odds Ain't Fair (feat. Hassaan Mackey) , by - Apollo Brown. Song from the album The Reset, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп