| Indeedly I needed me, a breath of fresh air
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| Stepped outside, but wasn’t none there
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| Took a walk up the block, why not to get a cold drank
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| Fuck it a twelve, it ain’t like I ain’t got no bank
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| With a stride I arrive, at the corner sto'
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| I felt sorry for a bum, I gave him some he said he wanted mo'
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| Wanted to kick him in his chest, and take my ends back
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| Started to think, bout where his family and his friends at
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| And I could even be his kin, that didn’t recognize him
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| Walk right passed, and despised him
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| Or he can even be, disguised as a peasant
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| But really he’s an angel, derived from up in heaven
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| Just to scope out the selfish, and the ones with greed
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| Who don’t give shit, and take more than what they need
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| And then I thought to myself, say dude he’s a man too
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| I gave him a few more dollas, and a cool breeze came through
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| (*24 second instrumental*)
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| For certain I was hurting, kinda down on my luck
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| Seems I had just run out of gas, and I needed a few bucks
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| Wires hanging out the tire, on my raggedy truck
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| And I ain’t gon' lie I wanna cry, but hell I sucked the shit up
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| And get to walking with this gas can, looking like a mad man
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| Talking to myself, trying to formulate a game plan
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| And that’s quite difficult, when you ain’t got no cash in hand
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| And the people that could help you, passing by you laughing
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| And it’s hot and they don’t understand, have no idea
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| And you probably wouldn’t get the picture either, till you out here
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| With nobody else to help, and you just stuck with yourself
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| Searching for strength to carry on, and not give up on yourself
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| Though it’s hard but I just, keep my stride keep my pace
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| Swallow my pride like I must exceed, and keep my faith
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| I’m asking God cause I don’t know, how much mo' I can take
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| But it’s when I couldn’t bend no mo', that’s why they gave me a break and I’m
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| like
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| (*24 second instrumental*)
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| Life is like a roller coaster, always up and down
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| And what goes around, nigga always come around
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| Trying to stay above water mayn, I ain’t trying to drown
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| Know we all gotta die, but I ain’t trying to go now
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| I weeble and wobble, but I won’t fall
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| Struggle a little, but I won’t crawl
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| If I fall down sucker, I’ma pop back tall
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| I ain’t perfect, but I’m trying to do the right thing y’all
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| If I could press rewind, and do it over again
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| Then I would right all my wrongs, and erase all my sins
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| But I can’t, all I can do is pray and don’t pull a stunt
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| I got more time that’s behind me, then I got left in front
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| I finally see in which direction, that I need to go
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| I might crash moving too fast, so I’m taking it slow
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| And I learned life’s a gamble, and sometimes it ain’t fair
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| When I’m faced with shit I can’t handle, I go get some fresh air
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| (*instrumental until end*) |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fresh Air, artist - Devin the Dude. Album song One for the Road, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп