| I can’t even sleep I been tied to my telephone
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| We’re just newer animals, roll up all the medical
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| I can clear my mind but I cannot clear my schedule
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| I try to let it go
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| What you been saying, I can’t hear ya through the ground love
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| It’s like we did the shipwreck, and no one ever found us
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| Now we seeing big checks
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| And the boats helicopters all around us
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| But if I never lit something
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| They probably would’ve drowned us
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| 'Til we get old, make a bankroll
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| Take it back home if you know where to go
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| Change your phone, new zip codes
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| Let the high Pope come and save your soul
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| We pop pills, still blow smoke
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| That’s the only way we were taught how to cope
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| Had no money but we had hope
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| Had no money but we had hope
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| Shooting for the stars
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| Tuck it in the waistband, see it in my face man
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| In and out of cars
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| Trying to see the day, man
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| We can make a change and get up out this wasteland
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| Breaking down the walls
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| Plotting our escape, man
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| Get what you can take, man
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| Making no mistakes, man
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| Pop a couple bars
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| Whip it out the case, man
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| Quarter like I’m Aikman, we could take the place, man
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| What you been saying I can’t hear, you out of town, love?
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| But if I never made something, you probably wouldn’t be around much
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| All your demons
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| Never die, they just hide
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| All your demons
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| Never die, they’re inside |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Winners , by - Derek Pope. Song from the album The Introverted Socialite, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп