| It isn’t fair to not share what I dare
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| But so many people are scared
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| Honestly why do we care?
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| Innocent lives lost, sinning beside a cross
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| Women don’t like to talk, I’m only interested in my thoughts
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| Shit isn’t my loss, but when listenting to my bars
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| It’s different, but try Charles
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| Just to provide it all
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| I wish I could make you happy all the time when I rhyme
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| But I think you’ll be fine when I decide to decline
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| Ain’t this a bitch
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| I stay in the mix
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| My grave is a wish
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| I wish to be paid
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| Give me away
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| What I did in the past
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| Now I gotta get me the cash
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| Take a little trip, get some ass
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| Gotta get a hit for the class
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| Where my nigga E
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| Where my nigga Mac
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| Does it even matter if I’m mad?
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| Does it even matter if I’m bad?
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| What do we have?
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| Justice at last
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| Never been the type just fuck em and pass
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| But this is magic
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| Bust it and laugh
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| Stuck with the crash
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| Mustn’t be sad
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| But when at last, I look in the mirror
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| I see nothing but scratches
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| Ugly it has been
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| That’s my mask cause
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| Death needed success
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| But asking for risk
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| Lying in the mirror won’t get you nowhere
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| Crying in the mirror won’t get you nowhere
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| Try to get closer, and make yourself over (2x)
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| It’s not your talent, man
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| You gotta have balance
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| Dag it, I had it
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| I approach tracks like a savage
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| Don’t laugh at the sadness
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| I’m genetically predisposed to it
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| So I make music
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| Hopefully it’s dope, I don’t abuse it
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| I don’t have a life outside of this
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| I’m quiet as shit
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| Can’t get high but I sip
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| I’m trying to vent
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| Silence within
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| Don’t ask me how I’m doing
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| I’m happy when I’m losing
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| Am I exactly who you’re choosing?
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| Never have I been so down
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| Forget those clowns
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| Someone roll the window down
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| Let me blow the Indo out
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| No info just doubt
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| We rolling out
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| Rolling two deep like cops
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| Mama know she’s my pops
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| We got shocked
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| Can we not be topped
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| My request, why always gotta make a mess
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| Gotta stay the best
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| Gansta lean
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| But a Goth in the flesh
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| Pac when arrested
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| Lots of breath, hot to the death
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| Droppin' next, prophets confess
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| You ain’t see my coming with the hotness that I possess
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| I am not a Tribe Called Quest
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| Nor am I Kanye West
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| Not in jest, still paying chest
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| Lying in the mirror won’t get you nowhere
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| Crying in the mirror won’t get you nowhere
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| Try to get closer and make yourself over (2x) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Make Yourself Over , by - Charles Hamilton. Song from the album Hamilton, Charles, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп