| Fake it pushed down so you take it
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| Wiped clean of the spleen you fiend
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| Outright, drinking lean uptight cuz
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| The world rejects you, your mamas just
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| As bent and you opt out on the rent
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| And you move into a tent outside the
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| City limits, with all your scars and tickets
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| Tricked in and now checked out
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| Bent up and barely breathing
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| Well your father was a runner
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| But you just keep on wheezing
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| Every dime bag you be bleeding
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| Leaves you nothing to believe in
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| So young to start conceiting
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| Every steps a misdemeanour
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| Always on the run
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| From the guilt inside its like a fever
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| High strung without volition
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| One toke away from twitching
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| All wounds resurface in the night
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| Eighteen with no remission
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| Yeah fancy favours fortune unfortunately
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| Not proportion its the wealthiest
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| That short ya its the healthiest
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| That score yeah but
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| Yous a tourist
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| You was born and bred to be a nuisance
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| Another perp inside a cell another destined loser
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| Cuz we cut the sun out
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| Fuck the whole low down
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| Brought heat too much to cultivate now
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| We made to get on
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| Our knees and haggle
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| Plead our self worth
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| While we hold down the hoggle
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| We are the fuel
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| So you can burn paper
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| Our currency won’t buy nothing but vapour
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| Which one are you
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| Or do you just pick and choose
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| Like a merry go round you go around
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| The many curves
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| Such a whirl of contradiction
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| When you live to simply serve
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| Preserve the one and only
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| You’re not the only phoney
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| Like tony hardly know me
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| So blow me ya cop clone
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| Steam rollin roll on back to bro bro
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| See if he can go go get you
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| More coke coke to sell to kids
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| They choke on second hit
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| Looks like fentanyl blitz
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| But fuck em they all just tricks |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Favour Your Fortune , by - Crack Cloud. Song from the album Pain Olympics, in the genre Панк