| Hello dear friends, it’s so beautiful up here dear friends, it’s so clean
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| Yes dear friends there’s no drunk drivers here, no broken glass no air…
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| Over
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| One time for the dreamers who said we couldn’t make it
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| We’ll see you when we see ya, peace! |
| hey!
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| Golden ticket in my hand, screaming catch me if you can
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| And said we couldn’t make it
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| But we here, I know you feel me knocking
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| So let me in, they said we couldn’t make it
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| But we here, I know you feel me knocking
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| So let me in, it’s like, it’s like
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| One time for the dreamers who said we couldn’t make it
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| We’ll see you when we see ya, peace!
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| Gold ticket in my head screaming catch me if you can
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| Went from, dreams enormous to vocal cords and bystanding
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| To kill them all, the syllable sword highlander
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| my state of mind change
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| Paper was on the line, became a predator, top of the food chain to competitors
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| You see us moving through life at the speed of talent
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| Dark skies where the games aurora borealis shine through
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| Traveling pavements made a nimbus
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| A rainy day won’t prevent us from reaching mount Olympus
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| Had a, different agenda than my crew
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| I was out of it couldn’t put me in a box, my mind wouldn’t fit inside of it
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| We all had a dream, I was just dumb enough to follow it
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| Land of milk and honey, we was lactose intolerant
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| Pops left me an orphan mama was working so I bottle shit up
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| Like an assembly line for
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| Jergens
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| he! |
| Now I’m lotion on it
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| No time to reminisce on what we miss, gotta move
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| Was hooping till my sneakers had no sole left inside of them
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| The ball player with a poet living inside of him
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| Out of him came a beast when instrumentals surrounded him
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| Wrote it all down, this notebooks where he was hiding them
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| We give them something they ain’t used to
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| For the past and presence so they doubt a nigga future
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| A few fucked with us for we moved up stressed out
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| Used to take shots, now it’s full cups, what?
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| I put my problems in the swisher
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| Burn it down with Eli basment bumping Dilla
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| A concrete jungle full of silverback gorillas
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| Get caught slipping 'less you’re mighty Joe Young with em
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| Tryin to be the Mufasa of the pad pen and
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| Lyin if they saying they lions they macmillan
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| Coming up I had a couple friends that I was poorer than
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| Wrote raps, words never lack like misfortunate
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| This shit is for the rich and not the talented
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| Money talk to can’t say jack like wheel of fortune spins
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| I’mma grind until I’m coffined in and just let the rest rest
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| Yes, it’s for the dreamers
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| I’m probably in poverty cause all my teachers lied to me
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| Spreading, promoting monotony, never about the economy
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| A fallacy, in high school never mimic reality
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| Rope-a-dee-dope on us put all that liquor in our guts
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| Somebody oughta tell em if we’re broke and fucked up
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| Than that’s more reason for us to be high and coked up what?
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| Who got the lighter I’m sort of a genius writer
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| side of fighter, dropping bombs like striker
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| I strike 'em then I hit the pads like I was a beast
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| With that Dilla vibe banging on this MPC
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| Smacking these ladies tails with my brain flood the game
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| Then push a Mercedes wheel, call it a king’s tale
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| Terrific get to rapping and incredibly rip shit
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| Into micro little bits you bithces can never see it
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| From Sicily to the beaches of Saudi Arabian?
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| We got you the Motor City soul, this is how the story goes |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Catch Me If You Can , by - Clear Soul Forces. Song from the album Detroit Revolution(S), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп