| I slap box with devils and speak to Gods
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| Askin' ‘em questions like, «Do I need a job?»
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| ‘Cause a nigga got stress, full-time 9 to 5
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| I weather the migraine just to survive
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| Got a chip on my shoulder for real. |
| And you can tell when
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| This nigga smile with a smirk ‘cause it’s hell-sent
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| Feeling like I’m doin' work for the devil
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| ‘Cause I’ve got a bad back, but the wrath of a rebel—see
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| Every day is like an episode, I replay it
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| I dig life like a retro DJ
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| Tryna stay on top of tings
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| So the raw, uncut shit’s what I sing—yeah
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| Believe it or not, I feed off experience
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| Experience is this, and it’s bliss ‘cause you’re hearing it
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| Believe it or not, I’m feedin' off experience
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| Experience is this, and it’s bliss ‘cause you’re hearing it
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| I wanna find a loophole in the sky
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| So I could steal the sun, get wings, then fly
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| Wish upon a star, make dreams come true
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| Enough about me, man—what about you?
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| Do you?
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| Wanna find a loophole in the sky?
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| So you could steal the sun, get wings, then fly?
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| Wish upon a star, make dreams come true
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| Enough about me, man—what about you?
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| Do you?
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| I be the blackest raven. |
| Live life in desperation
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| My revelation true—just need the reparation
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| Measure breath control, my soul in respiration
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| Fuck a law school—my life my education
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| Fly broken wings, I want the needful things
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| Ruler of this nightmare, I be the Stephen King
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| I carry a grudge, but I hold it in love
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| Reminds me to stay strong while I envy the dove (…cuz)
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| I am the night—he holds the day
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| But sometimes, I wanna see the sun over the shade (okay)
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| My hand on my heart, my foot in the grave
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| But too bad in real life, you can’t save the game
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| But you can find a loophole in the sky
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| You can steal the sun, get wings, then fly
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| Wish upon a star, make dreams come true
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| Enough about me, man—what about you?
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| Do you?
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| Wanna find a loophole in the sky?
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| Wanna steal the sun, get wings, then fly?
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| Wish upon a star, make dreams come true
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| Enough about me, man—what about you?
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| Do you?
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| Yeah, nigga ran for president. |
| Coke still devour
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| But oughta got order in this new world of powers
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| Speakers blast, discothèques that bare ass
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| I reach beyond millennium, the sky is what I grasp
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| So, fallen but still standing. |
| Walking, but still running
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| Spoken, but not heard. |
| I learned and lost luggage
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| Dropping away the weight so my words can 808
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| Let the meaning resonate at frequency beyond the hate
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| Released to the stars, man. |
| Because it’s God’s plan
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| A loophole I ride into the sky’s dance
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| Sweet release while I’m hittin' the key
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| The musical B, the only thing that’s settin' me free from this
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| Bullshit because I’m ready for bliss
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| Swing low, sweet chariot, I’m coming to grips
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| Bullshit because I’m ready to bliss
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| Because I know that life’s supposed to be better than this
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| See, you can find a loophole in the sky
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| You could steal the sun, get wings, then fly
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| Wish upon a star, make dreams come true
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| Enough about me, man—what about you?
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| Do you?
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| Wanna find a loophole in the sky?
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| Wanna steal the sun, get wings, then fly
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| Wish upon a star, make dreams come true
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| Enough about me, man—what about you? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Loopholes , by - CYNE. Song from the album Starship Utopia, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп