| I am staring at the walls, I can’t sleep
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| I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free
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| I am staring at the walls, I can’t sleep
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| I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free (they got me lock down)
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| My lil’cousin Folley, down in that 'llo
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| I gotta phone call, said them niggas in the store
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| I said «Is you playing or dogg, is you real?»
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| 'Cause you know that somebody is 'bout to get killed
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| I started loading bullets in my chrome revolver
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| Whenever I gotta problem, it’s my problem solver
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| Then I call Boo-Boo, and told him to call Tony
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| Told him meet at the spot, just incase them people on me My trigger finger itchy, and I am smoking on that sticky
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| To puffs was enough, to get me feeling tricky
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| I roll up on the spot with forty-five reeds
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| To leave a nigga bleeding, like it’s kill a nigga season
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| Rat-Tat-Tat-Tat-Tat, some fools got wet
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| Now I ain’t break a sweat, but I got their respect
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| And now I am in a cell for the holidays, oh well
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| At least I am alive, shit I could of been in hell
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| I am staring at the walls, I can’t sleep
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| I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free
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| I am staring at the walls, I can’t sleep
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| I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free
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| Verse Two:
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| Hard living out of jail, my people say I’m finished
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| They said I’m bad news, like my big cousin Jimmy
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| My name’s in the paper, cause I’m always in messes
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| The po-po's caught me hot with some guns and a vest
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| But I’d rather get caught with it, then without it You run up on No Limit, you better be 'bout it
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| I’ll never tuck my tank in, I’m never running
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| I don’t care if it’s me against a motherfucking hundred
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| I represent the tank, that means I’m a soldier
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| I wear No Limit Gear with MP’s and smoke doulja
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| There goes the police sweatin’me again
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| I had some open warrants so the fools took me in
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| I am staring at the walls, I can’t sleep
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| I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free
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| I am staring at the walls, I can’t sleep
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| I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free
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| I am staring at the walls, I can’t sleep
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| I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free
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| I am staring at the walls, I can’t sleep
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| I wanna see my kids, I wanna be free |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Staring At The Walls, artist - C-Murder. Album song Trapped In Crime, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп