| Up under the rain
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| The sky is falling
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| Can you remember the time
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| When the sun was calling?
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| We go round and round
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| Up and down
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| These night dreams
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| In the mansion glow
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| All alone
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| For nice things
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| From the blackest ground
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| You like the sound the lights sing
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| Down below
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| Can I get a high five?!
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| We touched sky
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| Finally got a piece of that american pie
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| That pan am money
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| Started to fly
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| But the engine caught fire and we burned alive
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| Hot damn, honey
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| Ass thighs
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| Looking like baby back ribs, lies
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| Last week, a sunny
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| Surprise, surprise
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| Before them implants you was 105
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| Hey, keep up the good work
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| Get money gonna use it for some good first
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| Yeah right
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| Amsterdam
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| Red Light
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| Just a nigga in Paris with the red nikes
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| Autobahn with them bubble eye headlights
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| Yeah, gonna live wrong till I’m dead right
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| That’s right
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| We ‘gon ride this bitch till it hit on E
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| Until then everything’s on me
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| Young C!
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| We go round and round
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| Up and down
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| These night dreams
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| In the mansion glow
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| All alone
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| For nice things
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| From the blackest ground
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| You like the sound the lights sing
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| Down below
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| Let’s party bullshit
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| New day new script
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| Through pain music helped get to it
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| We’ve earn it (turn up)
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| I learned this today
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| We’ve earned it (turn up)
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| Can earnestly say
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| Man, niggas ain’t never had shit
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| Neither has the red man brown man yellow man bitch
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| As i look through my satellite dish
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| It’s party after party cause we hardly got to have our own kicks
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| Though most of our folks ain’t rich
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| See a nigga make it and we actin like we just scored six
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| Cause we started from the bottom as a race
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| This american pie tastes like grace
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| Eat up then re-up roll weed up ya feet up for good
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| Even hookin' my fleet up with wood
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| Buy out the bar, look up, buy up the stars
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| Vacate, fly up to mars
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| But what do I know?
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| Nappy Roots said from the go
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| Our whole life I been po'
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| Now we got some money and some milk and honey nigga and i’m telling ya that
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| everything that glitters looks gold
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| We go round and round
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| Up and down
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| These night dreams
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| In the mansion glow
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| All alone
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| For nice things
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| From the blackest ground
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| You like the sound the lights sing
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| Down below
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| Enslaved
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| Welcome to the rat race
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| Alien american
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| Literally last place
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| In chains
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| Get strong fast paced
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| 3/5ths human
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| Would you listen to my black face
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| Black codes
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| Married to a Jim Crow
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| My lawd
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| Chariot swing low
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| Sooner than peace niggas need release
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| No sugar coats
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| Naked truth at least
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| Whatever happened to them acres? |
| (acres)
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| All them Dirty Acres (acres)
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| Stolen 40 Acres (acres)
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| We don’t need Acres? |
| (acres)
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| Fuckin' 40 acres… (acres)
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| We don’t want acres
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| What we need is:
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| Good behavior
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| Share the views
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| All the things we rarely do
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| Naked truth within the schools
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| Learn from me?
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| I learn from you… |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Falling Sky , by - Deacon The Villain. Song from the album Peace or Power, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп