| Yo, got a lot on my mind still, just tryin' to chill
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| Now I’m fifty on the wine bill, it’s my deal
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| Rollin' joints when I wake up, baked up
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| Time for me to get this cake up, they hate us
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| Love you when you wear no make-up, it’s real shit
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| Growing up, I used to steal shit, to feel rich
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| Now I’m gettin' to the money now, it’s funny how
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| They just love you when you’re on the ground
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| But when you up, they don’t fuck with you
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| They wanna throw your ass a line
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| I got trust issues
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| They wanna see you try to get it, but you’re stuck tryin'
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| Don’t wanna see you reach the top, 'Cause they’re like, «What am I then?»
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| I feel like I figured out life at a young age
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| That’s why I’m gettin' high and writing words on the page
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| Tryin' to reflect and leave some letters for my dying days
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| 'Cause when I’m gone, you gon' remember all the bars sprayed
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| Shit got me thinkin' lately, what I’ll be remembered for
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| I hope these people hear my songs and see they’re so much more
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| It ain’t about fuckin' with bitches when I’m out on tour
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| It’s about spreading the message, even after score
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| 'Cause we been fighting for too long, they been pickin' sides
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| We ain’t got love in this society, just gettin' by
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| How we gon' have all this technology, but never try
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| To make it better for the people struggling inside
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| I think we need some better leaders, maybe I’m the guy
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| So many fighting for they rights, know I stand with you
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| There’s so much evil in the world, what kind of man is you?
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| If you ain’t standin' up and sayin' these some real issues
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| Fuck out of here with all this nonsense shit-talkin'
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| Got people only writin' music so they Tik Tok it
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| There’s people out there on the streets just tryin' to get some coffee
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| I got some demons in my head, sometimes that shit exhausts me
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| But I’ma push through it
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| Yo, got a lot on my mind still, just tryin' to chill
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| Now I’m fifty on the wine bill, it’s my deal
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| Rollin' joints when I wake up, baked up
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| Time for me to get this cake up, they hate us
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| Love you when you wear no make-up, it’s real shit
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| Growing up, I used to steal shit, to feel rich
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| Now I’m gettin' to the money now, it’s funny how
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| They just love you when you’re on the ground
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| Yo, smoke on the dude, know your lungs won’t collapse
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| I come from the era where you had to spit facts
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| Make that shit slap, make a difference with your words
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| And just sit back, and watch the money pile up
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| I’m screamin' «Fuck Donald Trump» while I swerve in the six
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| Made a promise to myself: I’ll either die or get rich, and I ain’t dead yet
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| I’m paranoid, I keep a weapon where my head rests, yo
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| I got a lot on my mind still, just tryin' to chill
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| Now I’m fifty on the wine bill, that’s
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| She gon' say she gotta move on, I’m too gone
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| Too much shit I’m tryin' to prove wrong, I’m too strong
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| And my head stands silent, my minds bent
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| What’s that shit you’re gettin' high with? |
| That’s my spliff
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| I just hope we see some better days, I’m in the shade
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| I just think we need some better ways, communicate, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Communicate , by - Cam Meekins. Song from the album The Life of Cam Meekins,, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп