| Shouting from beneath the surface
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| I stated committed but i wasnt perfect
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| Was it worth it?
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| Mostly indifferent but served her purpose
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| No roses
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| Hairpin curves the roads frozen
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| Oh dip
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| Watch him disappear
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| Beneath her nose
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| Unload then roaming Castle Hill at 4 am
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| Spent and Foggy threw up in ur lobby like i wont be back again
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| Cleaning up my act hat left by the mantle
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| Next to 90s r&b cds and Tea candles
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| Fuck it
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| Keeping Lies Straight no yaki
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| Wonder if she really put it past me
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| Heart committed wasnt hardly perfect
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| Second guessing this aint really working
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| Moments played out
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| Sudden urges
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| Weak
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| Speak of the devil
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| Wetter than last remembered
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| Repeat offender
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| Whats it take to make me reconsider
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| Swear she aint Playing second fiddle for another winter
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| Her baby boy getting big
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| First met him in his mothers womb
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| That aint mine
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| She let me splash Inside
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| First time raw
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| No balloon
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| I come thru tell her no perfume
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| Consuming my bassoon
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| Blue cheese moon
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| Blowing sour boom
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| We got history just a chemistry thang
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| Peeled outta Memory lane
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| Man i know i Been changed
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| (Woods)
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| Like it was yesterday, sitting in the waiting room finally out of things to say
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| No fear in your face replaced by something I couldn’t place then
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| nor articulate roday
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| Scales weighed gave way to beds made, closed eyes,
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| holding your hand felt like a lie
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| Clenched till you ground bone & knuckle
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| Came home bombed, tried to live in the rubble
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| though it would be enough that I loved you
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| maybe I didn’t love you enough
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| While you slept reached for the crutch
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| no woods in your hood made do with a vanilla dutch
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| Stalked through Hell’s Kitchen, torch cuffed, eyes peeled but
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| strangely, didn’t give a fuck
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| 42nd, swept in the crush, human tides under blinking lights
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| thinking about the device, the life unchosen
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| the unknown price paid in that moment
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| empty words, earnestly spoken, copper tokens on debts imposing
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| Cops hopped out the unmarked whipe, said they seen me smoking
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| aggressive patdown but the L is down a strom drain floating
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| radio’s crackling, fresh action
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| One clapped me on the back «don't be out here when we circle»
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| The blood was black-purple
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| tiptoed inside, cupped your stomach from behind
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| were you really asleep or was I just that blind? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song No Roses , by - Armand Hammer. Song from the album Race Music, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп