| Times change, people move on, still wanna write and my name playing my new song
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| Take each day as it comes, raise the roof off
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| Raised in the borough of south London, moved off
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| Moved back, moved off, moved back moved off
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| Now I wouldn’t move back but know where my roots at
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| GW crew, rep where I grew up strengthen my words don’t fuck with no pull ups
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| The light shines through us, write from the sewers, where feds drive by with
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| the Hiatt to screw us
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| Just cuz' we’re hooded, stereotypical actions but the message I send through
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| your stereo ain’t typical bullshit right now though is it?
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| Flow without gimmicks, old life diminished
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| Many hold debts put their whole life in them
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| Wanna feel the flow but they won’t go swimming
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| They wanna eat good but they won’t go fishing
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| Wanna hold wisdom their ears won’t listen
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| Wanna have dreams but they ain’t been kippin'
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| They’re slippin'
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| Want something from war, but they best try pillage
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| Done in their claws
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| Now theyre real life killers / victims
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| Walking through the field but the fog still thickens
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| Lost in the mist with no distinct figure in the distance, trippin'
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| Re-align with them, the peace we will find will all rise up in us in the final
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| minutes
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| Better count down now return to beginnings, beginnings
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| See signs, see shapes smell fate feel fate feel space
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| Sense peace hear rain taste past touch base
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| Seeing signs seeing shapes smell fate feel feel space
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| Sense peace hear rain taste past touch base
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| Still wanna wheel I stay Ill without symptoms
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| Quill still inking, dont blink you’ll miss it
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| Drown in a bottle of drink labeled vintage
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| Imprint distinctive embed the message
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| Instinct to think with live life to tell it
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| Good vibes are cherished
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| Let them sink dont revive the wreckage in an instant let it
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| Combine the setting
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| Two becomes one, one becomes epic time leaves the past
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| Past creates relics smiles lead to laughter laughter’s infectious
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| Smiles on my heart with the mind thats clever
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| Best hide your features — v for vendetta
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| People fed up now, now hes the trend setter
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| Respect that as my art turns to preference
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| Carving my name one track at a time as the bark starts to perish
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| Can’t last forever but ill still endeavor no half-hearted effort
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| Glow past to measure
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| Part of the stars that sparkle the desert in the new sound error,
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| through the low pressure
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| The usual weather
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| Future utopia we all move to beckon align with your foresight
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| Hawk eye intention, course I am a henchmen tour guide for lessons
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| All life’s a blessing
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| Fall through the mentions
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| All guided reckless, calm down the restless await the rested
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| Turn from the worst to the best dont fall through their net yet,
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| still get connected
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| See sounds, see shapes smell fate feel fate feel space
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| Sense peace hear rain taste past touch base
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| Seeing signs seeing shapes smell fate feel space
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| Sense peace hear rain taste past touch base |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Message , by - Fliptrix. Song from the album Polyhymnia, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп