| Everyone safe and sound, this how family do
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| Only homies around, everyone here is crew
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| Somethin' foul in the air, somethin' feelin' askew
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| Wind is in the pipes, is that whistle callin' for you?
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| Don’t holler, it’s cool
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| Windows boarded and sealed, doors are bolted and locked
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| Product cookin' on pace, weaponry fully stocked
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| Bodies sleepin' in shifts, other bodies keep watch
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| Bullets are for anybody caught runnin' up in the spot, the pop, the pop
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| Drop the lights, so drop low, something shot from the trees
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| Went straight through the front door, homie drop to his knees
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| Blood seepin' from his neck, as he struggle to breathe
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| Wooden floors stained wet, gets soft the more that he bleeds, he leaves, believe
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| Didn’t no one summon what was comin'
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| But it creepin' on a come up
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| Now it’s right up in your face
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| Face it, let it resonate up in your bone a minute
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| When you shiver, make a sliver
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| Big enough for it to have a space
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| Ripped life slipping away
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| Maybe you can make it out with just a little bit of grace
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| But it truly doesn’t give a fuck about the fear you feelin'
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| It is here to make you understand that nothing is safe
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| Nothing is, nothing is safe
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| Nothing is sacred
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| Nothing is safe, nothing to pray for, nothing is safe, nothing is
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| Nothing is
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| Cut the light and stay low, all is quiet and still
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| Peerin' through the window, starin' over the field
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| Scent of death in the air, nothing out there looks real
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| Close the homie’s eyes, now is not the time to be feelin', really load up
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| Furniture to the walls, barricade you inside
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| Lose the lights in the hallways, everyone gon' be fine
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| Phone that no one should call starts to ringin' one time
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| All the homies' eyes slide to it then the walls split from the outside
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| The air rushes in, it’s cold as fuck, bullets slappin' like hail,
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| more homies struck down
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| The mission has failed, the wood is split, splintered chandelier falls and
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| smashes hard
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| Glass and steel everywhere in every throat, screams in protest
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| You all are dyin' and really will anyone care?
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| Truth, like death, comes for everyone
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| Barely had to summon what was comin'
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| It was creepin' on a come up
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| Now it’s right up in your face
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| Face it, let it resonate up in your bone a minute
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| When you shiver, make a sliver
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| Big enough for it to have a space
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| Ripped life slipping away
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| Maybe you can make it out with just a little bit of grace
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| But it truly doesn’t give a fuck about the fear you feelin'
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| It is here to make you understand that nothing is safe
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| Nothing is, nothing is safe
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| Nothing is sacred
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| Nothing is safe, nothing to pray for, nothing is safe
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| Nothing is
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| Nothing is
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| Death is comin' for you, but you already knew that
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| Thought the clique up brought you some safety up in this pack
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| But that didn’t add up, back up, stand up, strike a pose
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| With your gat up, that’s what they like, you suppose
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| They gon' rack up, stack up that stuff that you stole
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| But the fact of status wrapped up in black cold
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| Caskets cannot be ignored, runnin' so fast should had an award
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| Homies got gassed for cash from that score
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| Y’all could have made a dash just after one more
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| So your foot up on the gas and smash 'round the corner
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| Only one man was sent to the coroner
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| Wasn’t part of the plan, but damn the fast foreign
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| Whip was too quick to flip and fast-forward
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| The past smashed every wall, pillar and floorboard
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| Ashes to ashes, dust in the lung
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| Fire now on everything, gasoline been poured
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| Last piece of action 'fore you succumb
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| Just catch a glance of what could have done this
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| Somethin' 'bout how he walks remind you of someone
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| You look and see a gun, a man with no face
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| A golden halo that could be the sun
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| Long ago you summoned what was comin'
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| It was creepin' on a come up
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| Now it’s right up in your face
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| Face it, let it resonate up in your bone a minute
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| When you shiver, make a sliver
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| Big enough for it to have a space
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| Ripped life slipping away
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| Maybe you can make it out with just a little bit of grace
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| But it truly doesn’t give a fuck about the fear you feelin'
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| It is here to make you understand that nothing is safe
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| Nothing is, nothing is safe
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| Nothing is sacred
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| Nothing is safe, nothing to pray for, nothing is safe, nothing is
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| Nothing is |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Nothing is Safe, artist - clipping.. Album song There Existed an Addiction to Blood, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп