| Yeah, So
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| Feel aba-
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| Life de-
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| Yeah, So
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| Yeah, Yeah, So
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| Yeah, So
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| Feel abandoned, life demanding
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| I lose a lot to gain a little
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| Getting paid for making riddles
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| Pull up, skrt, hang out the window
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| Banging 'til this shit is clicking
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| No regret then want forgiveness
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| Niggas pray, I think they Christians
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| Predator, on a mission, fuck around, end up missing
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| Tryna tip on fo-fo's, been thug
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| Busting packs in your post code
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| Loco, be the label that they gave me
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| No pastors at the church coulda saved me
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| Swear to God, Man, the Devil couldn’t tame me
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| Going hard 'til them motherfuckers grave me
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| Young and Brazy, & ain’t no one in Jesery that made me that
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| You in the field with the income, you laying flat
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| Looking passed all the ones that I looked up to
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| All my stress, I got a blunt full
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| Complications, got a cup full
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| And if you don’t feel me, then it’s fuck you
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| Swear I want everything to work out
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| I’m burnt out, she turnt out
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| Swear I just want everything to work out
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| I’m burnt out, the one you heard 'bout
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| Word is you been taking lotta percocets
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| I’m hoping that it don’t kill how you feel about me
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| Heard that you been popping all them bannies
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| I’m just hoping you ain’t forgetting to think about me
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| And you can’t relate
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| Unless there was days where you looked in the mirror at someone you hate
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| And all them drugs that you doing ain’t there, so you getting the shakes
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| On top of that man, the man that you call your right hand ain’t around because
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| y’all isn’t straight (Sorry)
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| And your little brother won’t leave your side, cause he feel like any minute
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| you’ll die
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| Don’t act surprised, yeah I can come with some baggage
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| But I’m never lacking, know I’m packing something there to fuck the party up
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| Move it from my lap to under the seat just to get some head from your shorty,
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| yup
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| Look when niggas had it started, lived my life like I was heartless
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| Nigga don’t become a target
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| Looking passed all the ones that I looked up to
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| All my stress, I got a blunt full
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| Complications, got a cup full
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| And if you don’t feel me, then it’s fuck you
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| Swear I just want everything to work out
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| I’m burnt out, she turnt out
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| Swear I just want everything to work out
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| I’m burnt out, the one you heard 'bout |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Everything Gordon , by - Da$h. Song from the album Loose Skrew, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп