| I gotta leave in the morning
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| I gotta leave, gotta leave, gotta leave, gotta leave in the morning
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| You believe what we started?
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| You believe, you believe, you believe, you believe what we started?
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| Mic check, one-two, one-two
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| I’m rocking black like the red and blue
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| He finna stack to the black, all bulletproof
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| Making platinum, I’ll blast off, bust a move
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| Little Max said she love me, I love you too
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| But that stress make you ugly, that black and blue
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| You know that light can be lovely, just let it through
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| While she sip from the bubbly, like «Yeah, that’s true»
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| I’m like «Yeah, that’s true»
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| Rap culture, shouts to rap culture
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| Keep the kid writing like he supposed to
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| And the blueprint ain’t never how you wanna
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| But that’s the point, you supposed to wander
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| And take yo' chance like its, dancing like
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| Antsy like groceries that’s left over, pants be too, ten deep on my shoulder
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| Smoking on some of that learnt when you’re older, fool
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| I don’t play by the rules
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| I love getting money when I’m skipping on school
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| A few in the living room, like what a view
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| Seven-three to the end when you those twos
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| I hope the green don’t get the blues
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| I beat the drum the drum and I speak the truth
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| Said here he comes and then there he goes
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| Cause it won’t be long until the rooster crows
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| And I got to roll
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| Ay, I banged Chanelle and she fine as hell
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| Pussy ain’t even gotta smell
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| I light that herb and let my eyes swell
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| She took a hit and say she high as hell
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| I fuck with your real nigga shit
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| All we do is real nigga shit
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| She said, «I know, I’m a real bitch»
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| Nah, you a real nigga bitch
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| I could be your n-i-g-g-a
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| And we could get drunk and smoke weed all day
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| Roll it backward, we could steam all day
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| We could kick shit like Bruce Lee all day
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| And you look so good, wish I could mount you on my wall
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| Mona Lisa with better features
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| We could go and swipe a VISA for some pizza
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| Apple TV got the movies, we can screen 'em
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| Fresher than a fuckin' preacher on the day of Easter
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| And you could buy the bitch, we just tryna lease her
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| Baby girl, don’t smoke too much
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| And when you give me brain I hope that you don’t choke too much
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| And when I’m gone, I hope that you don’t talk so much
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| And I’ll be riding 'round the city as I hold that clutch
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| Damn, can you believe where we started
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| I’ll stay for the night but baby girl I gotta leave, I gotta leave in the |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Leave in the Morning, artist - Felly. Album song This Shit Comes in Waves, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп