| Life in the air. |
| Embrace sobriety
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| Me reborn, now face society
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| You know—light bills and emotions
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| New nigga, new day—going through the motions
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| (Float) I’m Elian when I spit that
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| «Boombox Pimp» shit meet Transatlantic rap
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| Hop—skip or jump to the future. |
| Now
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| We’re still stuck in Time Being’s, Fight Evolution-bound
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| (Land) Come down—went too high
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| Broke trophy wife on the shelf sing true lies
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| (Listen, listen) Now ain’t the time for it
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| You be on my dick when the press give me crown for it
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| (Yes) Or maybe when I get a fast car
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| Only if she knew that my aim’s not to be a…
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| I shot my ego a while back
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| Pronounced dead on the scene—now a nigga write facts (Repeat)
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| I shot my ego a while back
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| Pronounced dead on the scene—now a nigga write facts
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| And y’all indulge and swallow it
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| Lint in my gap pocket—yet, I got a following
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| Wide-eyed imagination
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| Real-time nirvana like mic-stand-adjacent
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| Wide-eyed imagination
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| Real-time nirvana like mic-stand-adjacent like
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| Like to free speech when you wanna
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| Throw self in the wind with a thug prima donna
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| Dance 'cause we both share the same stage
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| Monkey in your state zoo locked by a gold chain
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| Break. |
| A getaway or runaway from
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| My beloved city. |
| Grown old, but I stay young
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| And fresh. |
| Radiant in the moonlight
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| My old school with Disco Rick and Magic Mike
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| Your mama’s on crack rock. |
| Remember them dogs
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| Now we hail the snowman that’s melting in fog
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| It’s crazy. |
| I still love her—hugs when I see her
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| She gave me power to tower Christ, the redeemer
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| Not in Rio. |
| But, for real. |
| Wanna build
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| Something more than rhymes—then words turn to real
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| Let words turn to real
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| So you can see the many me
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| Diaspora—how can it be?
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| Life, death, sanity
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| Kennedy—that magic bullet ended he
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| Can it be?
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| Shit was meant to be
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| Surrounded by automatons
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| Watching life flicker like a movie screen, who am I to ever judge?
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| Living life to the fullest
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| Maybe it’s all just illusion—real truth in projectors
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| Will money make my life better?
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| Fuck the cliché rags to riches—real hurt brings hard stitches
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| Things never change, son
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| So I’m gonna change how I live my life, shine like a full moon
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| People hear the shine as it cuts through the full view
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| Everybody wants to be a movie star
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| But is it possible? |
| Is it probable?
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| To prove you exist is to have an observer
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| If nobody wants to hear you
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| Do you change your tune to something that they consider worthy?
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| And if you do, are you still you
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| Or out of tune, fabricated to the point you a synthesizer
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| Fuck the truth—I wanted inner peace
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| Because the truth is objective—depends on who you ask
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| So I’mma live by my inner code
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| And pray to God that I make it home
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| Pay it forward (Pay it forward)
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| I’m gonna walk on my chosen path
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| And let the world kiss my black ass
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| Do you see it? |
| (Do you see it?)
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| Heal the earth and let the children grow
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| So maybe, one day, we’ll all know
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| God is love (God is love) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Dance , by - CYNE. Song from the album Pretty Dark Things, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп