| Don’t quit the piano
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| Fuck working on your Handel
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| Smoke papers, recognize you really can’t save niggas
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| '04, remain seated after Tim’s fadeaway against the Lakers
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| Learn to fight, write, then rewrite
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| When they say «revolution», don’t believe the hype
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| Go see PE live that night
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| Don’t talk business around GG and Black Mike
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| Matter fact, keep them dudes in the corner of your eyesight
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| Avoid DC when you graduate. |
| Better yet, graduate degree
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| And say something to your father before he leaves
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| That’s the last time you’ll ever see him
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| And that’s not a lot of money, fam, that’s a couple G’s
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| And I probably don’t need to tell you this, but ride clean
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| When she asks you straight up, say what you mean
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| It’s never as bad as it looks or as good as it seems
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| Protect your mother
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| Even though he won’t listen, tell Ko, «THEM DUDES IS UNDERCOVERS!»
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| Kiss Summer. |
| Your time’s short. |
| Build forts
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| Steel doors reinforced in a world full of sore losers and bad sports
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| It’s always the away games. |
| Stay with home court
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| Forgive bitter battles fought
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| Tell your sister you miss her from the heart
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| Sip tea in '83 with terrible men
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| War in the air as you play with your friends
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| Enjoy it while you can
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| You already know (why!) (x8)
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| Rappers are fucking idiots
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| Nah, that’s not a knock on they brilliance
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| You don’t need the extra cheese on that Sicilian
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| Steer clear of simpleton
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| Your class valedictorian won’t be the first to touch a million
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| But you won’t either, and that’s okay
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| Great Escape. |
| Remember the look on your mother’s face when you left
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| She was right. |
| You weren’t ready. |
| Live your life
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| Pops quiet in your corner. |
| Hold him closer
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| Learn to work with your hand. |
| Secure a plan
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| Peep how most women are often broken
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| Hopes and dreams alone won’t cut it
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| Love for suckas. |
| You in luck with strangers
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| Before they slap the cuffs tight, please control your anger
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| Black boy born with a balled fist. |
| That’s a hard kid
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| Never got the hype, but his balls big
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| Got a good crew. |
| Keep your word bond
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| At twelve, kissed your first blonde
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| That story never made it past your lawn
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| And yours didn’t, either. |
| Michelle may have loved you
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| Tree is truly a keeper. |
| Folks feel at ease when you smile
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| Adrienne’s child. |
| Radiant. |
| Proud
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| Speak your mind. |
| Shine blind on the shadiest
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| Quit being so goddamn lazy. |
| Cowards quick to call you crazy
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| Even when it’s free, it ain’t free
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| Most won’t measure up to what you need them to be
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| Water under bridges
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| Save a little extra paying for your last two semesters
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| Beer’s not for breakfast. |
| Groggy session
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| Endless loops induce reflection
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| 90 on the FDR
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| Sun, moon, and stars breaking through fog at the same time
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| Rays cut like glass shards. |
| Spar harder
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| It’s all honor |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Touch & Agree, artist - Armand Hammer. Album song Furtive Movements, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп