| Hold up, man. |
| Gotta be free
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| Hold up, man. |
| Gotta be me
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| Hold up, man. |
| Gotta stand up
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| Brush off ‘cause we gon' break through these
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| Fuck that. |
| Hold back. |
| Now get low
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| Don’t shit in my su-su-studio
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| We gon' rock to the top, keep it hot to the block
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| ‘Til the people don’t stop. |
| Ha. |
| Get. |
| Go
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| How you feel about the up ‘til you get down?
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| Why you sound like a punk bitch? |
| Get grown
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| Gimme some links with them grits real quick, bitch
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| Ha ha. |
| New day—yes sir, get gone
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| Runaway to the runway, catch sun
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| Take off to exhaust while I twist one
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| Turn on to the song while I move through
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| Damn, can I move you? |
| Yes don’t question
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| New socks, new shirt, dirty dishes
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| New car, no gas—so vicious
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| Oh my god, oh my god, don’t you listen
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| No pot to piss in—Muslim, Christian
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| Same shit, new day—ain't nothing changed
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| New shit, same day—can you feel the pain?
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| Oh my god, oh my god, can you make a change
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| If I see this shit again, think I’mma go insane
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| When will these humans learn?
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| Empires crash and burn
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| A house of cards that’s built on sand will never ever work
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| Hush that. |
| What’s that? |
| So the truth hurts
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| Groundwork being laid for the world church
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| In the guise of love, we gon' give it up
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| Submit or fall, hear the bomb burst
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| (Blast, blast) Now we all caught in police state
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| Just walk or run right into that old redneck grave
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| The girls, the boys got fire in the hole
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| School’s out. |
| Go play
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| They shooting, so move (And move. And move)
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| S’how we all caught in police state (walk or run)
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| You want to escape or pray? |
| (escape, escape)
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| Put God in the classroom—we're OK
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| Intelligent design
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| It’s the year of the boom box—turn off radio
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| Fight for apocalypse, shut down studio
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| Down studio, down studio, down studio
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| This is that 808 rap
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| We spit light, let sky crack
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| We see it. |
| Loophole where?
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| Gotta get that. |
| Come again—what?
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| Say it’s that 808 rap
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| We spit light, let sky crack
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| We see it. |
| Loophole where?
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| Gotta get that. |
| Come again—what?
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| Gotta get that. |
| Come again—what?
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| Too much too soon, and the ball drops
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| Not much, have not, and you call cops
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| Black bars, no sleep with the padlocks
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| «Let's get free.» |
| — small voice in the boondocks
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| Get right, get wrong—who the fuck knows?
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| Choose a side, pick a lie, and you make foes
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| Don’t like what you hear, then you close doors
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| I’mma na say how I feel ‘til you all know
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| (Blast, blast) Now we all caught in police state
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| Just walk or run right into that old redneck grave
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| The girls, the boys got fire in the hole
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| School’s out. |
| Go play
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| They shooting, so move |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Escape, artist - CYNE. Album song Pretty Dark Things, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп