| Fucking hell I’m back here again
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| Shit’s crazy, Feds think I’m at it again
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| They kicked off my door, try to tackle the stairs
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| I’m in my room like, what the fuck is happening here?
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| The Fed cuff me, sat me down on a chair
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| He said he’s got me, he’s tryna inject fear
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| I know it’s not me, they want me, I see things clear
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| My Gran was wilin' out like 'He's been here'
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| Written statement, no comment interview
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| He gave me a smile then asked for an interview
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| Then showed me a picture of some different yute
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| (What you tryna say Koke? This isn’t you?)
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| I’m wide awake though, this isn’t proof
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| (Ahh let’s charge him and send him on a prison groove)
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| No bail, for something that I didn’t do
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| In my cold cell, I feel invisible
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| Ay, if you read between the lines you might just even get it
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| See I ain’t even lyin' that’s what everybody say
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| When your freedom’s on the line and you’re running out of time
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| Fuck this! |
| Fuck this! |
| That’s just the story of my life
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| You live, you learn when the tables turn
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| And that’s when shit don’t turn out exactly how you like
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| Take a risk and roll the dice
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| But you might just pay the price (uh, alright)
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| Fuck it! |
| Fuck it! |
| Fuck it! |
| Fuck it! |
| (yo, yo, yo)
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| How can I make you understand?
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| Feds are shuttin' down my shows puttin' cuffs up on my hands
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| They search my whole family
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| Troubling the band
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| Shuttin' down corners and jumpin' out of vans
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| They’re talking about firearms, something 'bout a gang
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| They cut me off Wireless and run up in my Grans
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| They run in my baby mother’s mother’s yard, lookin' for some firearms
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| And didn’t find 'em darg, them man are lying sarge
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| But who cares another case is closed
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| Then I caught another case a couple days ago
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| Fuck, I hope I buss it, man I’m prayin though
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| Got me looking to the sky like what you playin for?
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| Why don’t you save me Lord?
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| How could I even not see my baby born?
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| Crazy thoughts
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| Chains and bolts
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| Stuck up in the system
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| Just wishin' that I make it home
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| Ay, if you read between the lines you might just even get it see
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| I ain’t even lyin' that’s what everybody say
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| When your freedom’s on the line and you’re running out of time
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| Fuck this! |
| Fuck this! |
| That’s just the story of my life
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| You live, you learn when the tables turn
|
| And that’s when shit don’t turn out exactly how you like
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| Take a risk and roll the dice
|
| But you might just pay the price
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| Fuck it! |
| Fuck it! |
| Fuck it! |
| Fuck it!
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| Ay, if you read between the lines you might just even get it see
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| I ain’t even lyin' that’s what everybody say
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| When your freedom’s on the line and you’re running out of time
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| Fuck this! |
| Fuck this! |
| That’s just the story of my life
|
| You live, you learn when the tables turn
|
| And that’s when shit don’t turn out exactly how you like
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| Take a risk and roll the dice
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| But you might just pay the price
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| Fuck it, fuck it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song On Remand , by - K Koke. Song from the album FFF PRISON, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп