| Winter came and came back around
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| I came back around again (uh)
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| I ain’t feel like, I ain’t real like
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| Like I ain’t one of them (uh)
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| Summertime, yeah it came and went
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| Don’t remember what we did (yeah)
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| Spent the nights tryna kill myself
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| Still convinced I’m not depressed (yeah yeah)
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| Most of the homies ain’t stick around
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| I’ll find some work in a different town
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| I got some funds, guess I’m bigger now
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| Shit is different now (still still) (uh)
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| Winters in Brooklyn, they bring me no comfort
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| Temperature cold, my head going under
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| I seen this comin', I should say so
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| You was nobody I could bank on (no)
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| But if you feel some way then say some'
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| The beginning of tomorrow that starts with a dream
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| My trench coat and my blisters
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| My hair long like my sister’s
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| Might veer off, hit the red carpet
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| Now my bread long, you lil bitch, you
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| To the real ones who still with you
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| Ain’t a day go by I don’t miss you
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| Now I’m cautious, gaurdin' my profits
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| Could take another loss if you really got a issue
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| Like, damn I miss the old me
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| Swear I turned to gold
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| Baggin' out like groceries
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| That’s 10K a week, ya temptation sweet
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| I put tape to sleep
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| Like damn you just like old you
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| Guess those rumors was true
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| Holyfield hit like holy water
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| They got rollies on em, nothing new
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| New crib with a view, Bushwick from the roof
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| Tell em that everything cool
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| I can attest to the starin' contest in the mirror
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| Don’t flinch, if you do I’ma shoot
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| Look at how I handle my tune
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| Get out the panic cocoon
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| All of these cameras but none this shit cool
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| In the capital, show me don’t play by the rules
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| Got a cap and gown still that goes dumb on you fools
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| I had 30 bad hoes in a crew
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| Cell phone, you gotta hand it too
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| Tell Ramona lay off the brews
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| I stay in my zone, I can’t stand to lose
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| But shit, they go be talkin' that bullshit
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| I call the shots, got a full clip
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| And I bust through the window like, «roll this shit»
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| My innuendo, hold my dick
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| Records rust, set you up, second thoughts
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| Don’t never get ahead of us
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| Fell in love
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| Exodus, exodus
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| The hell with us
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| Self destruct
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| Bad hoes in my lobby
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| Going in Kamikaze |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song WINTERS IN BROOKLYN, artist - Felly. Album song WINTERS IN BROOKLYN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп