| I gotta pardon you, what
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| Tryna say life is a path to a box
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| Am I guessing Armageddon just tarnished the rock
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| Regardless it spins dance or plot
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| Try heal the pain like Arnica does
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| But when that don’t, yeah, hard liquor does
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| I said hard liquor does
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| They say that the come down’s part of the buzz
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| It’s self destructive at the heart of the rush
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| We all want a person to love, person to trust, person to jump
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| Over hurdles with us and I’ve found that person
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| I’m certain its love, I ain’t gonna stay searching
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| Or yearning with lust, while clutching a pain that remains in my gut
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| How can I do that? |
| Brain would erupt
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| Gotta live life till my frame won’t budge
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| How can I look down when I gotta aim up?
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| Like jet planes heading into space from a crust
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| Face of the man in the seat stays fearless
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| Vacate the mainstream, stay with the realness
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| Do this for life, no mistake I’m serious
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| Like a blade in the heart in the dark, put fear in us
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| Creeping nearly, rearing near to us
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| Breaths on my neck feel sheer mysterious
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| Here’s turned weird they can feel the eeriness
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| Sound of the voiceless
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| I dream they’re hearing us, I dream they’re here with an open ear for us
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| Downed like vodka, things ain’t as clear as it
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| Yet I’m watching fearless, life’s mysterious
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| Holding tight to the wheel, that’s steering it
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| Ain’t nuttin' like me, ain’t nuttin' like you
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| Cause everybody’s different, gotta stay clued to the instincts
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| We could all die in an instant, won’t live life as a prisoner
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| Rival the system, lips speak code on the phone
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| That’s wisdom, men are getting tapped like spliff ends
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| Burning the candle at both ends drifting
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| So I’m pissed with the piff and a Rizla with griz in
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| Missing the days when we were just kids and
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| Man its all so far from this
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| What happened to fun without drugs
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| And how come everyone fucks but don’t love
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| And why man’s gotta be acting unjust
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| When they ain’t nothing more than a man that just fronts
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| Got the flows robust
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| When I open it up cold blood thrown up
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| On the road froze up no luck got stuck
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| So what I’m cut like blunts with the punk
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| No trust that’s us clutch rough to the stuff
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| That makes us fucked see facts face up
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| In the rat race bruv, bust traps trace back
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| To the place now dust, burnt down to the ground
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| Whilst trying to build up |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Essence, artist - Fliptrix. Album song Third Eye of the Storm, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп