| Sleeping flow to flow with the angels
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| Door to door like Khroma
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| Hit ya door with that Kramer
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| All shaky and angry
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| Watch ya step
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| Head to toe, head to toe
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| I know the money won’t change us
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| I ain’t change my face in at least 'bout 8 months
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| I ain’t change my skin in at least 'bout 8 suns
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| Same socks from that day one run
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| The problem is that you never play with lingo, son
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| Let that sink in like that lake or sum'
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| You just made 50 grand in a day or sum'
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| We can’t bring 'em back but it’s gon' be okay, pour some
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| Henny by the case til my face go numb
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| Bitch, this beat got the whole place all dumb
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| And I’m just tryna see where I can place both thumbs
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| I got a legacy to keep, I got to KO sum'
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| I got the strap, I gotta eat, I got some demons to defeat
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| Like great grandma Shelton
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| Like it’s just me against myself and I gotta slay both 'um
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| When I’m high I feel my wings
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| Clip them shits if my soul’s is in your view
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| Feeling sober in a pool of Hen and Cola breaking rules
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| Like «that's ya girl?», I hit her too
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| Love just how that figure move
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| Figure you just wanna pass and so that’s why I stuck a move
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| Premonitions from the texts she sent me
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| My homie told me she a queen, but guillotine was the neck, head left me empty
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| Underestimated the texts she sent me
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| From then on, I acted extra friendly
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| All I got is time to waste
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| Spillin liquor on the time x face
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| Trip a nigga if I’m tryna chase
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| Trampoline dreams get me high today
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| Feel me or kill me, but I’m tryna say:
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| Nigga, I spill
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| Look in the mirror promise self some mindless wealth
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| Cause I love drugs too much to even try to sell
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| I guess I love up too much for all this right and left
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| But I fucked up so much, it’s only writing left
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| Right at the bottom left corner of the city
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| Where the red clay master redbones of the richest dances you know
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| Could be the North Pole just put this glass to your nose
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| Breathe deep and stick a rapper in the back of your throat
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| Baby girl, if you ain’t certain, you should probably reconsider
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| Reconnecting with the nigga, You was fucking 'fore I hit it
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| I’m a hazard, I’m a master, I’m a slave, I’m a sickness
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| I’m a blunt away from tunnelling with spoons to free you niggas
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| Pussy is my favorite vice and my vulnerability’s limited
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| To the records I’ve written in, to the bitches I’m smitten with
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| Death of a little brother can turn you into a kid again
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| He’s in a better place, the toe tag was just the ticket in |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tuesday , by - EarthGang. Song from the album Torba, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп