| You paid the price, you followed orders
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| Months at a time laying in ambushes by the borders
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| The blunt cackle of gun battles, last breath death rattles, air-sucking thump
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| of mortars
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| Them flames, hideously gorgeous
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| And when command said find the informants
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| You followed orders
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| You visited the camps
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| You oversaw the torture
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| You tightened the clamps
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| You lied to reporters
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| You dug the pits
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| You made sure the confessions were recorded
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| You still see their faces
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| Corners of your eyes is morbid
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| Copper in the air taste it
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| Flowing like a open faucet
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| Can’t erase it
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| But you a soldier
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| You follow orders
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| Once the war was won
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| Switch fatigues for corporate
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| Suits and ties, close those eyes
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| Still see them clear as portraits
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| Watching yourself go through the motions
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| Pretending you’re not dead adrift in a black ocean
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| So imagine the relief when the indictments are finally read
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| Grey hair on your head
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| Lean into the mic flanked by lawyers
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| And finally tell someone
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| All you did was follow orders
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| One time is one time
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| Cause that’s all it takes to change your life
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| You did have it coming but no worries
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| The postman always rings twice, thrice
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| The ghost came past present future
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| Price on your dome so chunky anyone could be the shooter
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| Then lay low as you lie down
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| Uneasy is the head that rocks the crown
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| One time is one time
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| Cause that’s all it takes to change your life
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| You did have it coming but no worries
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| The postman always rings twice
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| It always starts small
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| Got a little something, made it flip
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| Not about to ball, just upgrade the whip
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| Maybe a little something on the wrist
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| Your little dun seen your new kicks
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| He see you in the hall smoking sticks
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| Seen the ass on your new bitch, poke it
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| Baby powder between the tits
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| Keep bugging you, he got the itch
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| You let him get a taste
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| Twelve months later he taking the trips
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| Cause now you shaving bricks, cinder blocks, masonry bits
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| Family ties like Cain and Abel
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| Cutting cocaine on the kitchen table
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| Ain’t want no trouble
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| But evil got roots
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| You said no guns but he said he had to shoot
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| Fire out the cannon
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| You can’t serve God and Mammon
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| Flying back uptown, interior salmon
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| Cops got y’all jammed in
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| You made the wrong move, try to ram them
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| Boys in blue commence to blammin'
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| And just like that you both out the game like the old bandits
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| Commissioners press conference only got room for standing
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| At the funeral team poured some liquor
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| They commence to plotting and planning
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| Divide up and re up before the first shovel full of dirt landed
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| Moms distraught but the uncles' is like
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| What the fuck did she think would happen!
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| One time is one time
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| Cause thats all it takes to change your life
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| You did have it coming but no worries
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| The postman always rings twice trice
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| The ghost came past present future
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| Price on your dome so chunky anyone could be the shooter
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| Then lay low as you lie down
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| Uneasy is the head that rocks the crown
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| One time is one time
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| Cause thats all it takes to change your life
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| You been have it coming but no worries
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| The postman always rings twice |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Pompeii, artist - Billy Woods. Album song History Will Absolve Me, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп