| Vapor trail sky writer, so live it live wire
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| Illuminate the dark—I spark a new fire
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| Moving slower than exams with colder hands
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| Just a Burning Man in the desert, raising sand
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| Final curtain call—take the stage, then we fall
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| Floyd turning Pink right before he hit «The Wall»
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| I’m just a pessimist masquerading as a law
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| Murphy heard me hurting but still wishing the worst upon
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| Higher intelligence never meant benevolent
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| Give me what you got and I’ll decide if you’re relevant
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| Put a bird on it. |
| Call it art. |
| I fall apart
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| Straight to the heart muscle—I tussle to get the part
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| Cise like firefights, marble to the wood grain
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| Stainless-steel-shine rhymes, power to the hood, mang
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| Cise like firefights, marble to the wood grain
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| Stainless-steel-shine rhymes, power to the hood, mang
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| Oil to the grease beats, contemplated cocaine
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| Sick, sad world bought society some Rolaids
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| Oil to the grease beats, contemplated cocaine
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| Sick, sad world bought society some Rolaids
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| Rise and shine moment. |
| Culture crime-coated
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| Juicy in the middle—so sick, I spit on it
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| Then going in it to the sweet defeat finish
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| Been putting on protection—don't want to see clinics
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| This is Cise Star Aurelius, the subject and the predicate
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| Alias to aliens, corruption in the data set
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| Auditory alimony—pay it out and keep it hot
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| Music for the matrimony—turn it up until we part
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| Super duper digital, Hi Fi to lyrical
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| So fucking pivotal, change your heart biblical
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| Give me the paper—I will solve it so analytical
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| And break it to the constituent points. |
| Then I get at you
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| Crazy and dangerous, butter knives to idiots
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| «President not American"—shit so ridiculous
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| Crazy and dangerous, butter knives to idiots
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| «President not American"—shit so ridiculous
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| Cise like firefights, marble to the wood grain
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| Stainless-steel-shine rhymes, power to the hood, mang
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| Cise like firefights, marble to the wood grain
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| Stainless-steel-shine rhymes, power to the hood, mang
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| Oil to the grease beats, contemplated cocaine
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| Sick, sad world bought society some Rolaids
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| Oil to the grease beats, contemplated cocaine
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| Sick, sad world bought society some Rolaids
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| I am the scratch and the itch, the pimp and the bitch
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| The welt and the switch, the missile and the blip
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| The cold sore hanging off the cute girl’s lip
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| The hole in the ship, Adderall and the fit
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| The bird and the bee, the flower and the weed
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| Your savings account after the overdraft fee
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| The sweat on the hand extended to make plans
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| The boy and the man, the star and the fan
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| Me… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Firefights , by - CYNE. Song from the album All My Angles Are Right, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп