| Teeth Ledger
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| Leaf Dog
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| Yo
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| Put the sock on the smoke alarm and towel under the door
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| Hotel room floor, random bitch sparking my draw
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| Coke — she like it washed up, I’m sniffing it raw
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| She looks like shit but smells like Christian Dior
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| Narcotics under my nails, bare dust on the scales
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| Living like I’m trying end up dead, bruck (?) or in jail
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| Your little tales are starting to go stale, yo
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| My shit’s real like no bell, fortune on my horizon
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| Karma on my trail, cos I tend to get cruddy when my money’s looking pale
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| And I ain’t got shit for you
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| Nah, not even sympathy
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| Stand like a man or lay down in your misery
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| I be swallowing liquor, you be swallowing dignity
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| On some 'do me' shit, there on some keep it industry
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| Lifestyle hectic, choices slippery
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| Sirens and drama, my morning symphony
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| HOOK
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| Lord, give me patience
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| Please give me a sign
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| Cos the hunger’s taking over
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| I’m running out of time
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| I go back to the old me
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| Let’s see who really knows me
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| Yo, I pray for 'em, I won’t wait for 'em
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| Lord, give me patience
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| Please give me a sign
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| Cos the hunger’s taking over
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| I’m running out of time
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| Money’s like the tide
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| It rolls in and out, none of it resides
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| And that’s why I’m fucking with ya grind
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| Give me patience
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| Hands grubby cos my work and plans cruddy
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| If you ain’t gang, you’re getting scammed out ya jam money
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| Trying to see my pockets mad chubby
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| Understand, I’m selfish
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| Everything’s getting yammed, yo
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| Cos I don’t roll with no fucking chumps
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| That think we’re best mates cos I sold 'em something once
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| Or cos I’ve known 'em a couple months
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| You ain’t getting a bly
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| I bet you fold when the pressure’s applied
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| Where I’m from you learn lessons in life, like all of 'em
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| And try to solve your problems by causing more of them
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| From poor to ballin', ballin' to poor
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| I’m trying to make my grind’s arsehole sore
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| I want more again
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| No bread broken, until my bread’s swollen
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| Silence is golden, 'til this hole in my head’s open
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| Before my move’s done, I’m onto my next motion
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| Take drugs, extort money, designer threads stolen
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| HOOK |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lord Give Me Patience, artist - DatkidAlbum song Confessions of a Crud Lord, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп