| Victimized, scrutanized
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| I am here to survive
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| How you live? |
| (trapped)
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| How you die? |
| (trapped)
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| All the time is what you really feel inside (trapped)
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| Insecure (trapped), what you need?
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| How you not here to be
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| 1 percent or 99, I want it all
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| I swear to God, by myself
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| Anxiety, anxiousness, misery
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| Loose your dreams, loose your mind
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| I can travel inside my mind like all the time
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| Do what I gotta do to get into your vibe
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| No right or wrong been moving when we moving right
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| Say my name in the mirror 30 times
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| When this song is over, we will lead a normal life
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| These eyes, they won’t be fake, no
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| Screwed up, but I’ll be gentle
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| Been drivin, ' been drinkin'
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| Lord help me, this is not right
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| State your claims and play your games
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| This is no rap embrace
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| We just rhyme, press rewind
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| Let’s replay, and let’s get down
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| These eyes, they won’t be fake, no
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| Screwed up, but I’ll be gentle
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| Been drivin, ' been drinkin'
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| Lord help me, this is not right
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| State your claims and play your games
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| This is no rap embrace
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| We just rhyme, press rewind
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| Let’s replay, and let’s get down
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| Let’s replay, let’s get down
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| I see happy people
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| In the middle of no where I see happy people
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| In the middle of no where the bloodsheds by people
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| In the middle of no where I see happy people
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| In the middle of no where the bloodsheds by people
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| I woke up this morning and I asked myself;
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| «Is life worth living, should I blast myself?
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| And when I’m gone would they remember?»
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| Only son of Deborah, born in late December
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| Would my women cry for me when they get the news
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| That they future baby daddy
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| Hanging from a noose
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| I don’t wanna cry, be a better way
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| Don’t ever want to see her die, so I found an escape
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| Should I leap in head first off the fire escape
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| Or should I take the easy way, shoot myself in the face
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| I can’t really explain
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| What got me feelin' this way
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| To all my fans, I’m truly sorry that I have to end it
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| But keep your minds open, and my verses in your memory
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| In disbelieve, at least I made it to a quarter century
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| Just tryna give you a good ending for the documentary
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| I won’t give you reasons why I had to do it
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| Just know I’m going through it
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| And I really had to do it
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| Get it together, fuck is you doin'
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| God got my number blocked
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| My calls, he never answered
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| Who’s to blame, myself, the bullet or the handgun
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| The night time’s the hardest time to be alive
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| Only sleepin' with women I love
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| I got insomnia
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| I got a bad case of 4 A.M. |
| regrets
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| You know, like when you can’t sleep, layin' in your bed
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| Replaying all them things you wish you never did
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| Voices in my head, sleep paralysis
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| Countin' sheep all week
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| I’m half-past dead
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| Vision clouded
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| Voices, whispers, are they talkin' about me |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Trapped , by - Flatbush Zombies. Song from the album Vacation In Hell, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп