| Since I’ve let go of you and I
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| Lately I’ve been feeling too alive
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| Flying too close to the sun, yeah
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| Flying too close to the sun, yeah
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| Oh yeah
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| Trees that grew between us
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| Tears that drip between us
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| Years have blew between us just to throw away
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| Might’ve lost our glory, but I love our story
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| Yeah I lock the door just to store it away
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| They say love don’t cost a thing
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| Yeah right that’s a underbid
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| They say love don’t cost a thing
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| Oh yeah right that’s a underbid
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| That’s a underbid
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| That’s a underbid
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| They say love don’t cost a thing
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| And you know they be lying like Kellyanne Conway
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| I just get my thoughts off, I just take the top off
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| When the cauldron bubble, we come from the back block
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| So they call us trouble, we can never slouch nor stop off
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| Weekend on the couch with the socks off
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| Nah, we can make it count, run the clock off
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| We can count lives on the block lost
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| Cautionary tape, that we can never block off
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| All I see is hate, how many memories can a million make?
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| Opinionated, young nigga seen the whole world with my own two
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| What they gon' do with this young nigga?
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| Whole squad workin' on the same page like we one nigga
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| Like we one
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| I can’t get jiggy with you clowns
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| I’m busy I’ve been giving New York City a whole new sound
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| Who really gon' hold this down? |
| Who? |
| Me, funny
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| I catch niggas gettin' sore when I do me
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| I still wish them niggas more than they do me
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| Gotta live up to the blessings of my Umi
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| Bring myself, couple steps closer to my God above
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| Never read the «Art of War"but it’s hard to love
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| Never know when you go rollercoaster
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| All your highs got a low, rollercoaster
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| Bring myself, couple steps closer to my God above
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| Never read the «Art of War"but I could write the Art of Love
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| Oh yeah
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| Trees that grew between us
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| Tears that drip between us
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| Years have blew between us just throw away
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| Might’ve lost our glory, but I love our story
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| Yeah I lock the door just to store it away
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| The inner me is tellin' me, «I gotta pace it»
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| The winner in me is tellin', «I got a bottle of Ace»
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| Cole gave me at the Garden from the case, hold
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| Stand up, looked 'em in the face
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| Told 'em I can’t pop it til sell it on my own occassion, bold claim
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| Told my momma I’d be back and I make it, both came true
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| Thought I was escapin', just to find myself right back in the Matrix,
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| both pills blue
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| I thought I’d be fulfilled
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| I came from not a dollar in my momma basement
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| I came from baggin' product in my momma basement
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| Almost lost some shells tryna bust a couple sales
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| They went and caught a collar in my momma basement
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| I’ve been tryna keep her proud since, nigga way back
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| Got some niggas, keep me grounded, that’s some way back
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| But I gotta take flights sometimes
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| These are fightin' times, I’m my only opponent
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| Somedays I’m betrayin' my holiest moments
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| I don’t know who could control 'em
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| I don’t know who could control 'em
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| I ain’t living for me, I’m the youngest of five
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| And if I don’t survive, I don’t know who could console 'em
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| I don’t know who could console 'em
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| Since I’ve let go of you and I
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| Lately I’ve been feeling too alive |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Icarus , by - Bas. Song from the album Milky Way, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп