| I can feel it coming, coursing passion in my veins
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| I got demons in my thoughts, people say you ain’t the same
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| They say that we’re not fortified, this ain’t a fucking game
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| All I see is thoughts, what, you think we’ve fucking changed
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| Yo, sup I’m Pav, it’s nice to meet you
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| I’m just trying to have a laugh that’s peaceful
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| Half of these righteous men are evil
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| Filled up pious plans, I see through
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| They say don’t bite the hand that feeds you
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| You’re chasing likes from random people
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| Everything I read’s telling me we’re equal
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| Everything you seen in the beast is a prequel
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| You should take note
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| Don’t care if you’re paying or you’re straight broke
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| Good man, bad man, I can play both
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| Brown kid, nice school, was a scapegoat
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| Used to get it on the way home
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| Every day, getting baited by plainclothes
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| They trace every way that your wage goes
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| Round here, every day is the same old
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| You can stay warm through the day clothes
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| Stay warm 'til the cows come home
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| Stay hoping the crowd won’t notice, and they won’t
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| You still a damn slave to the payroll
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| After tax, what’d you take home?
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| Are you really nabbing that weight, though?
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| You in Tesco’s buying chemicals that you feed to your kids
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| That’s how they make clones
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| Sometimes I think about
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| The old days, yeah
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| But it don’t mean a thing
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| Lord knows I’ve tried as best as I can, yeah
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| To keep the faith alive
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| Sometimes I think about
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| The old days, yeah
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| But it don’t mean a thing
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| Lord knows I’ve tried as best as I can
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| I been raised by these streets
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| But I’m gon' be a better man
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| Back’s broken, our heads ache
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| Black smoke in our chest plates
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| Thick lines in these stressed faces
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| Like deep trenches in cleft clay
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| We stand soaking in acid rain
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| Off the chemtrails, they’re like fat veins
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| Red streaks in that dust sky
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| Overlooking these packed trains
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| Half the lifetime of the average man
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| Stuck at the wheel in a traffic jam
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| Live to work or you work to live
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| Is your life really just a gift?
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| Full control and you’re breathing
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| Those guys take it all for no reason
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| Now you need things just to fill the hole
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| Corporations stay beaming
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| Sometimes I think about
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| The old days, yeah
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| But it don’t mean a thing
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| Lord knows I’ve tried as best as I can, yeah
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| To keep the faith alive
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| Sometimes I think about
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| The old days, yeah
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| But it don’t mean a thing
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| Lord knows I’ve tried as best as I can
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| I been raised by these streets
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| But I’m gon' be a better man, yeah
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| I can feel it coming, coursing passion in my veins
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| I got demons in my thoughts, people say you ain’t the same
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| They say that we’re not fortified, this ain’t a fucking game
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| All I see is thoughts, what, you think we’ve fucking changed |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Crash and Burn , by - Foreign Beggars. Song from the album 2 2 Karma, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп