| So much smoke
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| Clouds, my feelings away
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| Inside I go
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| To find all that I need
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| Who can I trust
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| No one, that I know
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| Who do I love
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| Only, ones I hold close
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| I’m in the background minding mine
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| Sole purpose is a peace of mind
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| Even though I seem to find
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| Chaos in the quiet singin' all the time
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| Outta key and outta pocket
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| Auto-tune the Melodyne
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| Content of another kind
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| Fuck you niggas talkin' 'bout
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| It’s time to march you tryin' to walk it out
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| The exit’s where the bitch nigga in you stand
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| 10 toes in a stairwell
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| You went the other way I wish you well
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| Leave me be
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| 'Cause weaponless on the battlefield you won’t find me
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| You lookin' for allies and friends 'cause you won’t eat
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| You fightin' the war alone tryin' to bring the battle-zone to me
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| But you the one that started this shit
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| So I’m supposed to be a part of this shit?
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| My nigga where’s your heart in this shit?
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| You only pop out when the dust settles and dust off your false medals
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| While I’m in the field they can find me when the sun set and laid the fuck out
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| in
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| So much smoke
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| Clouds, my feelings away
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| Inside I go
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| To find all that I need
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| Who can I trust
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| No one, that I know
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| Who do I love
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| Only, ones I hold close
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| So much smoke
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| Clouds, my feelings away
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| Inside I go
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| To find all that I need
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| Who can I trust
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| No one, that I know
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| Who do I love
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| Only, ones I hold close
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| Yea, how paranoia make you feel like you was in a cell
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| Underwater dissolving all my emotions like a pill
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| Tryna kill my pain and all my ills
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| All the thrills is gone, all the skill’s been shown
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| All the venom injected paralysis got my right leg stiff
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| Tryna kick the habit and not trust her
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| In love with my wife but this music keep me lustin'
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| The only thing that gives release unless I’m bustin'
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| Revenge is somethin' I keep close like first cousins
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| I smile when I shake a few hands but I don’t feel nothin'
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| Keep a just as close, you ain’t got no manners?
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| I make bodies disappear like abracadabra, poof
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| Black excellence I’m living proof
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| All the cars bullet-proof, I ain’t ready for my last suit
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| Spacin' out as I reflect, mind goes in orbit
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| And only spare the honesty, I hope y’all absorb it
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| I don’t trust you niggas |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Introverted, artist - K.A.A.N.. Album song Pure Intentions, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп