| My mother told me never to tell, a dirty old lie
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| My mother told me never to sell, and just to get by
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| It’s been a long damn summer
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| And I’ve been working by the furnace, fire burning
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| An inferno with a purpose, feeling like I don’t deserve this
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| Like I’ve been cursed, I don’t need your sympathy
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| Although I know you know it hurts — it ain’t perfect
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| Life’s not no nursery rhyme
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| It’s as much of a blur as it is our whole lifetime
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| And that’s fine, I’m a ride with it, take my time with it
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| Never underestimate the power of the blindness
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| Yes, your highness. |
| Follow your instincts
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| Fingerprints ain’t always gonna match the logistics
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| Little bit different, it isn’t yet typical
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| Won’t always do to others what you wish was reciprocal
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| My brothers and sisters all the way out there in Liverpool
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| I feel you a hundred numbers
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| Don’t ever fall in love, cum in somebody’s number two
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| You may call it dumb but true
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| You know that we’re coming for you: mama said
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| Lord knows I take my secrets to the grave
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| Til I’m in a crown, I’m on my own two
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| Coming straight from a chunk of cave money
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| King Kong crew. |
| Swimmin in the river with a stone shoe
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| But I be in that bitch still kicking, I’ll teach you kung-fu
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| Show and prove, the whole team be on the same page
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| Niggas telling me I’m their idol and we the same age
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| While back, it wasn’t nothing in my mind but stay in place
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| Now picking bitches, calling options like I’m sayin plays
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| Take a picture mayne, I’m on some magazine spread shit
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| Hold the mic tight, I got that rigamortis you dead quick
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| Got some good brain on the road, I’d say head trip
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| Fuck her face and bust on her mouth: call her lead lip
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| I’m the baker, I make the bread flip
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| Niggas be wyling but you could talk like it’s crackin
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| To get your eggs split
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| Shells drop and it’s an everyday thang
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| It’s a shame, but it’s all a part of the game…
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| Young boss, new dreams
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| Fresh shoes, new jeans
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| Tell me what do you see?
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| Why you tryna do me?
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| So I had to find out, now you can’t find me
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| Remember three years ago? |
| Like «why you can’t sign me? |
| «Thoughts in my mind, I can do all that times three
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| I grew up young’un like «nevermind me»
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| 4 '93, good time to find where my mind be
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| Now I tell time with gold time (peace)
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| My mama told me grind… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Hard Times , by - Asher Roth. Song from the album Pabst & Jazz, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп