| I wake up to Vodka Tonic,
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| Child support-Lots of chronic
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| Hung-Over-Blunt rolled’up,
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| Just tryin' not to vomit
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| The God’s honest truth, I cut my baby momma loose
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| Cuz the bitch got rotten roots and made me wanna cock'& shoot
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| Cops in hot pursuit, Just doing what I gotta do
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| I’m out makin' product move'
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| She claims that I’m knockin' boots
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| But how the fuck’s my daughter gon' be proud of poppa deux
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| If daddy’s broke got no loot,
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| Can’t afford to cop her shoes
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| That’s not what fathers do I make sure my daughter eats
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| Lock the door before she sleeps,
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| Try to keep her off the street
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| Her momma tortures me,
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| Of course I’m force to deal with it'
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| All this drama brought to me like I’m some sort of meal ticket
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| I feel sickness nauseated by the hunger pain
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| Ain’t tryna run the game, I wanna peace'
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| Fuck the fame
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| What’s an aim'
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| Got my mother lookin' at her son in shame
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| So i’m drinking,
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| Thinkin' back like when’s it all gonna change?
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| Life ain’t shit but liquor & splittin' L’s
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| Closed off to the outside world in a shell
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| Behind bars feeling more like I’m in a cell
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| Attitude’s like' I don’t give a fuck,
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| Give’em hell (x2)
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| I’m an alcoholic pot-smoker,
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| Chances are I’m not sober
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| But I don’t make my seed deal with the chip on her pop’shoulder
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| I never got over feeling like I’ve been forsaken
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| Broke 'Living in this basement'
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| Out of loss for inspiration
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| Committing sins of Satan to fill these dinner plates
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| And have some dough to finish makin’a lying thief’s vindication
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| Been as patient as I can but now I’m finished waitin'
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| I’ma bring the winds of change for some kind of simulation
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| My innovation could’ve got me major label love
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| But I can’t lie instead of swallowing my pride, I taste my blood
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| The weight above from this paper left my shoulder’s crushed
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| Like I’m in a cobra clutch,
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| Stuck bein' broke as fuck
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| My wifey now is real' claims I never open up
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| Why you always goin’buckwild like you smoking dust?
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| I don’t know enough to answer' I apologize
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| I’m just stoppin’by to tell you for I take this shot & hide
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| Life ain’t shit but liquor & splittin' L’s
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| Closed off to the outside world in a shell
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| Behind bars feeling more like I’m in a cell
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| Attitude’s like' I don’t give a fuck,
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| Give’em hell (x2)
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| I sold drugs and took a few,
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| All my friends took’em too
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| Guzzeling that crooked brew
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| Ain’t shit I’m shook to do
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| Wifey said'
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| Think of how ya mom will look at you
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| Now I’m apologizing to her for the shit I’ve put her through
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| Used to think there were some people I just couldn’t loose
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| Burn a bridge watch and turn this shit rebuild good as new
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| That wouldn’t prove to be true the more I recollect
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| I was wrong but better yet'
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| Greedy for that treasure chest
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| Left for death,
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| The pressure gets to me to eat a meal
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| Makes it hard to keep it real,
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| All I do is cheat & steal
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| What I see & feel is bottled up like ketamine
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| Replaced by diamond nickle schemes,
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| Balanced on a triple beam
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| Every relationship I had got blown to smithereens
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| Drama I was in between'
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| Wiped’em out like Mr. Clean
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| I lived a dream thinkin' I wake up and save the day
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| That’s all I came to say
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| Now I’ma drink the pain away
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| Life ain’t shit but liquor & splittin' L’s
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| Closed off to the outside world in a shell
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| Behind bars feeling more like I’m in a cell
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| Attitude’s like' I don’t give a fuck,
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| Give’em hell (x4) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Behind Bars , by - Diabolic. Song from the album Liar and a Thief, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп