| Drop, drop
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| Is for my niggas in the pen
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| Drop, drop
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| For all my brothers in the box
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| Drop, drop
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| Hold your head, hold your head
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| Is my letter to you
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| I said I knew a new nigga
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| For the these dark clouds follow
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| Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow
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| Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow
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| Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow
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| Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow
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| Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow
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| Take another sip from the bottle, bottle, bottle
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| From out the corners of my eye seen the theme stagger
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| Up to a hustler in this team with his jeans sagging
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| Had tilted to the left with a mean swagger
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| Don’t plan on leaving the scene till this cream add up
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| Could have got a scholarship, but he fell victim
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| Drop out twelve grade caught a jail sentence
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| Had a polluted it with mind state, couldn’t dwell in it
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| I look at death in his eyes, face was pale skinded
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| Looking up like a man, but a frail image
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| Not the normal hustler cause he was kind of timid
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| About the skinny as a grandma he would drown pitching
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| Got a taste of that nose candy caught a fly adiction
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| Ask me if I need it to fix, but I resist it
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| The block hot keep it moving, is what I insisted
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| It will take another beat before we realize he’s slipping
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| Into the cycle we’re all living
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| It’s called hell prison, prison!
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| I said I knew a new nigga
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| For the these dark clouds follow
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| Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow
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| Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow
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| Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow
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| Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow
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| Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow
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| Take another sip from the bottle, bottle, bottle
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| I just shown him that he envisions a better life for himself
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| The type that he don’t have to pedal right for the wealth
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| Is in the deam let’s keep it up in night, nothing helps
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| He’s trying to lean in coldine on the shelf
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| But he becomes hollow as the bottle that he drank
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| Lives life on the edge, but I doubt he’d ever jump, huh
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| Trying to find Heaven in hell in every second
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| Heading into a dead end couldn’t tell you where his head is
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| Still accounting this paper, preach accounting these blessings
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| Evil in all directions, heathens was Smith and Westsons
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| His son’s heathen desperately in need of affection
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| It’s dead CPS steps in I see him stressing
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| He threw away his future couldn’t escape his past
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| Caught up chasing cash, and he made at last
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| He’s physically free, but confined
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| His hell is imaginary, the prison is in his mind
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| I said I knew a new nigga
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| For the these dark clouds follow
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| Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow
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| Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow
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| Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow
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| Said I need a new nigga for these dark clouds to follow
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| Cause while it’s over me is too black to see tomorrow
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| Take another sip from the bottle, bottle, bottle |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dark Cloud, artist - Fashawn. Album song Champagne & Styrofoam Cups, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп