| I reached my lifetime limit on lies
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| And I reached my lifetime limit on tries
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| And I’m running low on hellos and goodbyes
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| So I’m here to stay baby, you know you can wipe the tears from your eyes
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| Heard your take so many years thought I’d never see the morning sky again
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| From hearing grown men cry in a cell, that kind of makes it hard to pretend
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| When you been close to winning it kind of makes it hard to give in
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| It makes it hard to throw in the towel and that’s never been my style
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| And around here we still take a beating for our pal
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| And old ladies when they see us they don’t ever smile
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| They shake their heads from side to side, look us up and down
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| But I know where that frustration come from
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| They look at our generation like a bunch of dumb-dumbs
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| And I don’t know if that’s wrong or right
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| But is it wrong for me to just want something different in life
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| For my family who’s only ever saw poverty
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| And deep down inside that shit bothers me
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| I wonder if I’m being the proper man I can be
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| Don’t leave the drugs alone start working break my back
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| Til my knees start hurting for five bucks an hour with a boss that’s a jerk when
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| I can get a brick, flip it and get paid that’s for certain
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| But if I get caught with a brick, it’s the curtains
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| [Hook
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| They say that things are different and it ain’t like it was before
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| Any young man like myself in life really should want more
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| Maybe I never knew what’s out there
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| Maybe I never even cared
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| Enough to find myself one day pull something out of thin air
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| Thin air, thin air thin air thin air
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| Niggas shootin every night can’t hustle on a war block
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| Baby two weeks old and they sleepin on a warm cot
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| Hand to hand rock only way on top
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| Hundred and fifty dollars that I need that’s a long shot
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| Out on the ave. |
| you know it’s swollen with cops
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| One said, up against the wall routine stop
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| Fifteen dimes on me and a sixteen shot
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| Now I’m upstate with a shake and a slingshot
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| Gangs run you inside so I’m running with a crew
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| Niggas from the other side boys saying fuck a truce
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| They put me in a box they should put me in a noose
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| Ropes still around my neck even though they cut me loose
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| A barefoot negro running through the jungle
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| Every man’s equal try to be humble
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| So everyday of my life filled with struggle
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| So everyday of my life I’m gonna hustle
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| And I can do a hundred pushups trying to push thru
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| Slice another brother through even if he push you
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| Fuck what you would do
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| On the outside no compassion, no questions asked on the inside |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thin Air, artist - Dice Raw. Album song Jimmy's Back, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп