| Maybe cause we gotta deal with all of this pressure
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| Tryina do as expected, no longer an adolescent
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| Coughing it when you stepping, hard to be calm and collective
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| When you constantly stressing, over dollars and debting
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| Your mind is congested, you better hop on a train
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| Leave the block for a day or two
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| Maine, stop playing games, ain’t no one in waiting you
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| Be a man, life ain’t no cartoon, peter pan
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| Feed your fam, minor to major leaguers, we advanced
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| Ah, still sagging my jeans like I’m back in my team
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| Feeling like a maniac, at least that’s what it seems
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| I’m an addict and fiend, with a habit to dream
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| Like I can have anything, no elaborious scheme
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| Just a palace for the king, I’m going too far again
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| Same apartment, same kaky, same card again
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| Fuck, it feel like I got a knot in my brain and nobody to blame
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| Can’t let it drive me insane, hear that, hear that
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| Hey, it’s gotta be another way outta here
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| Can you help me find my way out
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| I’m feeling like I’m living to die,
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| Tryina survive, I’ll say again
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| It’s gotta be another way outta here
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| Can you help me find my way out
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| I’m feeling like I’m living to die,
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| Tryina survive,
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| Making cause he gotta deal with artist deception
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| Niggas who call you brethren but wouldn’t visit your death bed
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| Women all need affection, royalty of a question
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| Never know they objective is better to just neglect it
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| And finish your breakfast
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| But the temperature is rising
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| Tryina prevent beeing violent
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| Prolly better off, in an asylum,
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| Got a list full of problems,
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| And a brain full of distractions
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| When you listen you just get static
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| Couldn’t picture this happening, huh
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| Now it’s real, can’t explain, how it feels
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| Pray to God, on your knees,
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| Now I need you, gotta kneel, even g’s what you mean
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| My head full of scene, I’m indeed in need of some space
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| Can I breathe, yo, please do the same, I’ve been trained
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| Put everything in perspective, how you plan to make a comeback
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| When you never made an exit,
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| I suggest that you take it one day at a time
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| There’s no escaping, unless you walk away from your mind
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| And that’s why
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| Hey, it’s gotta be another way outta here
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| Can you help me find my way out
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| I’m feeling like I’m living to die,
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| Tryina survive, I’ll say again
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| It’s gotta be another way outta here
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| Can you help me find my way out
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| I’m feeling like I’m living to die,
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| I’m tryina survive. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Living To Die, artist - Fashawn. Album song Champagne & Styrofoam Cups, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп