| Said every name 'fore they even put the squeeze
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| Friends like these, who needs enemies?
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| Got the news? |
| Old Earth fell to her knees
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| Polished the shoes, I got the suit dry cleaned
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| Family tight-lipped, but I heard it was lean
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| Wig flipped when I seen his daughter’s seventeen
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| Sad shit, but if we bein' real
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| Your dad was a prick
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| Lie, cheat, steal
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| Anything from him, best double check on your own scale
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| Rumors were he snitched
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| Depends who you believe
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| Either way, that’s two bits you can take or leave
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| Instead, mumble something about space and grieve
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| All I can muster, old hustler tired of the hustle
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| Going out like Iverson chuckling
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| Brick after brick, rip guitar lick
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| The box cutter went, then he dipped
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| Jill sprung Jack out on bail
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| Then they skipped through strawberry fields
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| Wore it out, two days straight up in the motel
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| Then he left while she slept
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| Money out the purse
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| It’s an old story, I just changed a couple words
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| You don’t matter at all (yah yah yah)
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| You don’t matter at all (yah yah yah)
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| You don’t matter at all (yah yah yah)
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| You don’t matter at all (yah yah yah)
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| You don’t matter at all (yah yah yah)
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| You don’t matter at all (you don’t matter at all)
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| You don’t matter at all (you don’t matter at all)
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| You don’t matter at all (you don’t matter at all)
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| She barkin' the highest damp iris
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| Rushing out in the flesh self-righteous
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| New breath, same old missteps trodden
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| you wanna do me grinding
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| Time canceled out in dream
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| Black yakky rhyme weave, HD full screen
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| Side piece, peat leak, coconut cream
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| Ocean aquatic, back in the pocket
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| Dove leaves
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| At the core, rotten
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| Somethings all talking shit at the club
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| Grips tighter, straw man in the mire
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| Eyes up, Spun the wheel of life
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| Want the knife before my yarn’s cut (eyes up)
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| I want the knife
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| No way, no way
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| No way, no way
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| Can’t put the blame on me
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| Shame on you
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| And you lost face and it seemed so strange
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| No wonder you never been the same
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| No way, no way
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| No way, no way
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| Can’t put the blame on me
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| Shame on you
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| And you lost face and it seemed so strange
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| No wonder you never been the same
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| Story night late December
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| Fate of a friendship surrendered
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| Heard it through the hallway
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| «Dad can I crash at «He took long to respond
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| «Come on», «Now don’t start
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| Promise me no drinks, no drugs, and no pot»
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| Commerce what we got, car for a start
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| Hit the park for the onslaught
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| Hopped the wall of Montgomery
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| Never thought my best friend would become poor company
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| Rolled up, oh fuck, yo, steam the leaf it’s an old dutch took a puff
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| Perfectly salvaged smoke rising, Deciding the night’s tactic
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| Hit the two to the one and he’s got a free crib Franklin and Varick? |
| Dope
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| Open the door circle of seven chicks playing through the
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| Mad blow mad drinks all sitting on the floor
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| Swooped in sat down
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| Hit the coke like snow plow
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| Slam three shots leaned over told him slow down
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| 'bout an hour later, hit the ground face blue face down
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| What to do, who to call, and to say how
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| EMT and his dad on their way now
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| Thank God that he came out -- unscathed
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| I’ll forever remember that shakedown (I'll forever remember that shakedown)
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| No way, no way
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| No way, no way
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| Can’t put the blame on me
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| Shame on you
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| And you lost face and it seemed so strange |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Poor Company, artist - Billy Woods. Album song Today, I Wrote Nothing, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп