| Sometimes I let the stress get the best of me
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| Empty liquor bottles litter the floor, before was my enemy
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| Familiar with the taste in my mouth
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| Mickey? |
| eyes from last night, God damn what the fuck is about
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| But don’t play me, cause I need a way out
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| Only human in my skin, well shit I can’t lie to myself again, feel me
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| The monkey on my back grin with his mouth
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| Heaven opened up it’s doors and I fell through a cloud
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| A fallen angel, crip to L.A.E. |
| to make an angle
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| My mind ain’t right, because my mind ain’t stable, get it?
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| I stand and I fall, and get up cause I’m ready to run
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| Like Icarus because I’m close to the sun
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| We goin down to the river, downhill we all float
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| Pennywise in the gutter I’m stealin the boat
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| Let it go to the rhythm my vision is so ghost
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| Vision is so ghost, my vision is so ghost
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| Though I see peace scars with abundant danger
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| Thugs got guns in the air there’s anger
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| Derek caught one in the chest he shot back
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| Now his friend is yellin for Ja to bring him back
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| Lost hopes, boy floats wonderin why
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| Why he couldn’t feel real beneath the surface of lies
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| The night is young but we get old
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| So full with them deep see tide rise
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| Boy cries, he in flock with illusion at night
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| He saw the sky the land, words boom & life’s boring
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| Where crack vials move the black child cause life’s torment
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| Where vanity be so real that life’s dormant
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| The cats quick to make beef like a George Forman
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| Man fuck that, he searchin for faith
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| From afros to cornrows the style of the day
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| But now as of late, you can tell anyway
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| Man, he don’t stress the hair let it curl and shape
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| And then grow parallel to a spiritual mate
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| He found Ja, sprung by the bendy drunks sound got him high
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| Read wit again that slang to get by
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| Dread-locked in the guy chef servin up pies
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| Eat, if you dare fiends walk with a stare
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| Magnetic, to the rock, that’s why Larry is here
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| Place unknown though stray bullets call home
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| Where truce is far from truth is war zones
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| Like put ya guns in the air and shoot’em up
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| 21 gun salute lose ya last and bust
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| Larry is the victim crossfire life of bruh man
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| I need to go seekin salvation is what I thought
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| But then I saw peace scars with abundant danger
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| Thugs had guns in the air there’s anger
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| This nigga caught one in the chest he shot back
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| Now some dread is yellin for Ja to bring him back |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Running Water , by - CYNE. Song from the album Evolution Fight, in the genre Танцевальная музыка