| These warehouse wages
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| Kill the ends introduction
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| Man I should have schooled it up
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| When I was younger should have stuck to plan
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| Always had the dreams of bein' more self assertive
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| And my kids a teenager now he needs the health insurance
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| So break my body
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| Break break my soul down
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| Just another zombie walkin' blindly through your ghost town
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| Pull up to the bar to politic and tap the power
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| Ain’t nobody really all that jolly at your happy hour
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| But I don’t want to go home yet
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| So I’m gonna talk to my cigarette
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| And that television set
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| It doesn’t matter what brand or station
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| Anything to take away from the current situation
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| No overtime pay, no holiday
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| Months behind on everything but the lottery
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| Winter around the corner guaranteein' that my car dies
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| Wifey havin' trouble tryin' to juggle both the part times
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| My cup ain’t close to filled up
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| We tryin' to build up so we can have enough
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| And when I finally get the color
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| There won’t be nothing left to paint on
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| A friend of mine tried to kill himself to the same song
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| My better half is mad at making magic out of canned goods
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| My tax bracket status her questionin' my manhood
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| My shorty got caught smoking weed at a concert
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| And if I smack em everybody treats me like a monster
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| My neighbors ain’t doin' much better
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| And we making competition instead of stickin' together
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| Can’t save no nest egg, in fact this nest is rented
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| In fact that rent is late, wait
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| The money ain’t here the raise ain’t comin'
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| Just me and my son and that crazy woman
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| And those bartenders this whole fuckin' country
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| Got everybody swallowin' that lunch meat
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| Maybe we can speed up the process
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| Kill me in my thirties in the name of progress
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| Put me in the dirt and then change the topic
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| Some time it seems like the only way to stop it
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| Contemplate my departure date
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| Doesn’t take a lot to get a lot of us to talk this way
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| Take a shot at me that’s all I’m obligated for
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| Apparently my only guarantee is a walk away
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| The only guarantee in life is a life worth dyin' for
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| Cause death don’t wait for no one
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| Sittin' on your front door
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| The only guarantee in life is a life worth dyin' for
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| Cause death don’t wait for no one
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| Sittin' on your front door |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Guarantees , by - ATMOSPHERE. Song from the album When Life Gives You Lemons, You Paint That Shit Gold, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп