| Who’s that right there?
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| It’s the greatest in the universe standin' right here
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| Don’t you miss it
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| Are you the love of my life or just a fuck for the night?
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| 'Cause my body can’t tell the difference, uh
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| I got all these things I wanna do with you
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| And I just can’t pick a position
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| I see your battle ships and defenses
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| But don’t you feel defenseless inside
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| Well don’t let love cloud your eyes
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| While you’re caught up on all these guys
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| It’s ill advised and falling’s only good if you fly
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| 'Cause love’s here it’s just in the skies, or in disguise
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| I keep the porn page minimized
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| I got a court case in them thighs
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| Just give me life
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| I know it’s all fate in your eyes, but to me I’m just killin' time
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| Can’t you see
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| What you’re doing
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| What you do to me?
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| I’m not the human that I used to be
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| I’m damaged goods and that sounds good to me
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| I’m damaged goods, I damaged goods
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| Hey
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| Where did my mind go and the time go and how can I align those?
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| Niggas act like I’m calm 'til combos
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| I could hold the world in my palm like the white folk
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| Or Bible, if I gathered lessons applied those and supplied hope
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| When my eyes closed, I envision vivid pictures
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| It consists of, this existence
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| Where I’m livin', not existin', where I’m not in mental prisons
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| Built by never really giving in and coping with the witnessin'
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| Of momma getting hit again
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| That shit leaves you powerless, beaten down into cowardice
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| Even though it made super you, you empowered it
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| Proud of it, picked the thorn on the rose when you flowered it
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| Childish, I never got to be what a child is, uh yeah
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| Feelin' the pressure I need a break, uh
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| Dub that whenever there’s money I need make
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| I want that, killin' myself just to be this great
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| I love that, why’s it more easy to feel the hate?
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| Can’t you see
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| What you’re doing
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| What you do to me?
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| I’m not the human that I used to be
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| I’m damaged goods and that’s sounds good to me
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| I’m damaged goods, I’m damaged goods
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| Right, uh
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| I’m feeling classically trained
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| Never been two-face, ain’t maskin' my pain
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| I’m just a shithead with ass on my brain
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| If you was askin' these hoes
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| But I’m a king if you was asking my main
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| I’m just a dog if we just paddle the same
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| My future all gold it’s been foretold me and the Lord knows
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| There’s plenty Toto, a penny’s thought sold
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| And semi-autos to any foe though
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| See dreams and I want all those
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| Stay ahead of anybody gettin' plenty torso
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| That’s my POV like porno, I keep it deep, DiGiorno
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| It’s way deeper than the green, any moment we can all go
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| See the cops killin' us, got the stocks killin' us
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| Look at all my people like when will we stop killin' us?
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| He said «It's sad, I gotta fuckin' blast these triggers
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| Either be a garbage man or flip the bag for figures»
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| See momma had a little man, wished his dad was bigger
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| And since he left it’s only right that I had to switch up
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| Can’t you see
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| What you’re doing
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| What you do to me?
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| I’m not the human that I used to be
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| I’m damaged goods and that’s sounds good to me
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| I’m damaged goods, I’m damaged goods |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Damaged Goods , by - Chris Rivers. Song from the album G.I.T.U., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп