| No, no not in the cab, I mean you need to get your head straight
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| Get your unified self up, get harmonic
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| You know-
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| When was the last time you took a break?
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| I go on a vacation all the time
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| How often?
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| A dozen times a day
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| It’s my own private getaway
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| Things get heavy for me I take five minutes out, I just go there
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| Yeah
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| And I just concentrate on actually living
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| Absolutely, dog
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| Check
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| Imma only sip that tea if it’s Irish
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| Get on my feet I’m done sitting in silence
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| I burn the weed until I feel the weight cover my eyelids
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| I try to sleep I keep awaking to sirens
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| I handle business solo
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| Pray to God that I can grow old
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| Have a family and some money on the low low
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| Had a homie recognize and ask me for a photo (what's up?)
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| Wonder why I’m special like there’s something in the ozone
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| It’s in my best interest to invest then leave
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| Cause people only admire the plant never the seed
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| So what’chu need?
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| I think I got it, used to wanna be a pilot
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| Now I get fly like every time I breathe
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| Picture me
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| Maybe it’s killing me
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| Maybe I’m the only one not feeling me
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| Shoot for divinity and nothing less
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| My sixth sense sip that Hennessey till sick breath
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| And then I burn like the incense
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| Window shoppin'
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| Around the corner I’ll be Janis Joplin
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| Strung out but still makin' profit
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| But ain’t no Xany poppin'
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| I worked to hard for that shit
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| Rockin' cardigans bumpin' in a car full of kids
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| The most beautiful
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| Don’t think my suitcase too suitable
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| Don’t wanna leave, it feel like flyin' to my funeral
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| Rather hit the Gucci store than hit the L
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| And throw that Gucci out the window, only feel myself
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| Tryna be a shell on the beach with too much of a current
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| I give ‘em dap and tell ‘em «peace, I’ll be gone don’t’chu worry»
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| I’m in a hurry tryna leave school
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| Hangin' round with these fools
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| That only say some shit to try to make me think that be cool
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| But be cool
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| That girl gon' love you then she prolly gonna leave you
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| Last time that I was thinkin clear was prolly preschool
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| Everything I think is good, they callin' that shit evil
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| That stress keep me puffin' on illegal
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| But fuck my conscience
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| I swear I’m only being honest when I say I’m givin' everything
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| I check my pockets, eyo
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| Ain’t no poppin' a coffin until my throat silence
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| And there’s no sirens
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| And I got closed eyelids
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| Let me give you everything you need
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| Tastin' something really stale in the air I breathe
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| Dreamt of dyin last night, I don’t wanna leave
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| Gon' fight the good fight ‘til my blood it bleed
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| Eyo, eyo
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| Cause I’m blue more than I’m bright (eyo, eyo)
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| Most of you dudes got more barkin' than bite
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| So don’t be trippin' bout my life, Imma get this shit right
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| Maybe tomorrow will be better, let’s get through the night
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| Eyo, eyo, eyo
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| Uh Uh
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| Eyo, eyo, eyo
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| Wakin' up to, wakin' up to
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| Uh, uh
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| (Yeah we cruisin through Bridgeport)
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| (What's up, can I call you back?)
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| (That's the shit we feelin')
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| Cause I’m blue more than I’m bright
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| Most of you dudes got more barkin' than bite
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| So don’t be trippin' bout my life (Imma get this shit right)
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| So don’t be trippin' bout my life |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Bout My Life, artist - Felly. Album song Waking up to Sirens, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп