| Ah, deep perspiration, heartless and impatient
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| My angel’s just a devil from shoulder to shoulder pacin'
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| Fillin' my gaze with hate, eyes cold as Alaskan basements
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| Aimed at records for targets while labels look like the Masons
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| I hang around outside of they buildin' amongst the vagrants
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| Dangerous, loaded stainless, maturity plus minority
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| Cool as cues, but cocked back is the priority
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| One in the flesh, lights, cops just stop where they stand
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| As I proceed to beat the publishing up outta this man
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| Tellin' him «Get the fuck up!» |
| They yellin «How could he stand?»
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| I don’t expect him to, bitch, I counted close to the land
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| Louisville slugger cover every inch of his noggin'
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| Bobbin' with every strike, askin' «What heaven like?»
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| The reverend might win a visit, that is if his spirit is near it
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| But if you yield towards hell you’d hear it more vivid
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| But I’m under slumber, ya get it?
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| To see it I’d have to let you all…
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| See the things I dream
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| Yeah, once upon a time I seen it clearer than the bluest day
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| Got off in some crime seen that line turn blueish-grey
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| Humorin' themselves about murder, pussy and politics
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| Word around the world is money and I want all of it
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| World crooked like St. Ide’s eyes acknowledge this
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| Just ask them Virginia Tech college kids
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| While you wait for apologies, I’m low like a fox
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| Get between me and your rocks, I’ll put your ass in the box
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| I feel the odds favor robbin' a world without God
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| Money’s the language, in humanity you need Visa cards
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| I need your cash and your car before I smash your facade
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| Or watch this classic toy make you collapse to the side, under the yard boy
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| Since a child these thoughts lurkin' in my shadows
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| Heard 'em placin' wages on how will I face my battles
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| Accelerate to add dope feel but never faulted
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| I’m standin' upon rock that’ll make powder out Gibraltar
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| Fumblin' with sweat on my fingers, somethin' impetuous lingers
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| Become infected with feelings so I’m electing this evil
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| To end my life without reason cause I’m indicted for treason
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| Closin' my eyes and I’m leakin', draggin' the knife till I’m bleedin'
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| Cause it’s the life that I’m seekin', feels only right that I’m meetin'
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| With Jesus seeking redemption but he don’t want my repentance
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| For he who feels my intention sees that my deepest impression
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| Is feeding me to these demons that lurk and feed on my essence
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| The pain is deep in my chest and I keep repeatin' my blessings
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| Ever since a meek adolescence that saw me beaten by freshmen
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| Parents repeatedly sentenced, heroin needles on dressers
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| They use to feed their infection, I can’t repeat indescretions
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| So I pause for reflection, long for honest affection
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| And getting lost in the music is only soothing for stretches
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| If you knew where my head is when I’m doing these records
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| You’d never listen to my music again, I can’t let you…
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| See the things I dream
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| I will know how things can be…
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| «I want to live a real life… I don’t want to dream any longer» |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Things I Dream, artist - CunninLynguists. Album song Dirty Acres, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп