| I don’t need these highs to raise me
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| I don’t need these highs to lift me up
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| I don’t want your smiles to wake me]
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| I don’t think that I should slowly go
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| Never ending trials I am facing
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| I don’t want their wives to mix me up
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| I’m all fucked up today
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| My lucky friend says your luck will end today
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| I don’t need these highs to raise me
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| I don’t need these lows to numb
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| I don’t want these trials to be raiding me
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| I don’t need their noses to nose my heart
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| That’s a start
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| Let’s get it on
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| My lucky friend says your luck will end today
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| My lucky friend says your luck will end today
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| Ice cold on the battlefield
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| Twenty below was the wind chill
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| Winchester rifle with the hot lead
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| It burnt a hole in their fucking heads
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| Bullets ring on the battlefield
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| The survivor is the one who kills
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| Now they drown in their own blood
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| Men laying where they once stood
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| Through the fire and the gunsmoke
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| Niggas crawling with their back broke
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| And they’re hopeful that they don’t croak
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| Bullets spraying and there’s no hope
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| From (?) I slay my enemy, drained him of his energy
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| I fight for this victory, you die in your iniquity
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| Ice c-c-cold on the battlefield
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| Twenty below motherfucker, that’s the wind chill
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| A thousand men they come and they fall
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| One by one
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| Call the preacher, the mortician
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| You can’t stop this coalition
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| Its like I’m fighting against the prohibition
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| In the sunlight, bong!, you see that sword glisten
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| My lucky friend says your luck will end today
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| Now we got this taste for blood
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| Now we got this taste for blood from the
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| This pain is all but surmounted by peace
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| It truly is
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| Killa Hill, Brownville
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| Never ran, never will
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| Besmirch the quarter mil
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| Movie cams on y grill
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| Never jam, never squeal
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| C’mon every wheel
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| A bag of cash in the stash
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| Queen on the bills
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| I’m just one of my mom’s eight born sons
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| One of those nine swordsmen
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| Slice your neck with a tongue
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| Its an Ol' Dirty cousin
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| A student of Allah’s justice
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| Boosting my mind
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| (?) the atom bomb to crush us
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| I bathe in the moonlight
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| Gain praise in the sunlight
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| Seen the platoon strike at midnight to the noonlight
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| Oh what a life
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| With just a butter knife they could hijack your crew (?) interrupt your life
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| Then raise the price of grass, hash, gas, and rice
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| I send a white square (?) to sacrifice the night
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| One by one
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| One by one
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| One by one
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| One by one
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| One by one |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One By One , by - Banks & Steelz. Song from the album Anything But Words, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп