| Maybe a needle and some thread could help me out
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| I’m trying to mend this
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| Stringing me along, feeling like a violinist
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| Why they wasting, valuable time looking for gossip
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| Guess it’s dear to them like a picture in your wallet
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| Life working on me
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| Trying to raise to a better day
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| Convos are interviews and every song’s a resume
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| Huh
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| She say I got something in me that I don’t see
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| I tell her girl stop bullshitting, cause I don’t be
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| Why worry? |
| I’m covered just like a Raiders eye
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| I’m doing right and all them others do is plagiarize
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| Mind blown meditating, bomb threats
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| Trying to figure out how I’m gonna pay the rent
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| While coming up with concepts
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| Now I make my mom stress trying to grow up
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| Try and tell her, everyday the sun ain’t gonna show up
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| But know what? |
| Your baby good
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| Not even bothered by it
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| A soft spoken nigga from a city not as quiet
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| All said and done with, I’m trying to walk a path
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| When I leave I can leave my seeds something to run with
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| I know it’s gonna hurt the people dear to me
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| But you know I’d rather see you smile than to see you drop a tear for me
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| Eventually the pain fades and the scars stay
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| Just to remind you that you made it from a long way
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| From kickball to playing freeze tag
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| To seeing little kids fall in life without having their knees scab
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| I’m just trying to be comfortable as a bean bag
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| Avoiding dog niggas and bitches like I’m a flea bath
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| I’m on the rise so anticipating fall outs
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| City cold, had to get away so I could thaw out
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| A blessing like a foul ball, trying to catch one
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| Everybody following trends, nobody set none
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| You not hungry until you appreciate a breadcrumb
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| I’m loving life till my death come
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| Now I make my mom stretch trying to grow up
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| Try and tell her everyday the sun ain’t gonna show up
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| But know what? |
| Your baby good
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| Not even bothered by it
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| A soft spoken nigga from a city not as quiet
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| I got memories in my rearview
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| If time flies put a wing in my watch see what a year do
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| I know they see something in me you only see in a few
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| I speak life, they overhype what they don’t even do
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| What I strive for
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| Is that a figment of my imagination that got me thinking like my eyes low
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| Or not thinking at all just more grammer, young and black
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| Love the fact they on me like store cameras
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| Me and Petty talked about, see i explained to him
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| All these niggas shoot for stars, me, I aim through them
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| Came a long way from running suicides to making sure these lines touch a heart
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| Or two, walking through where most niggas don’t find much
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| Shit that pull them back just get accustomed to the customs
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| Don’t fall for that
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| All of that is me still readjusting
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| I’ve seen my share of coffins though it’s not something I’m glad to boast
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| Few niggas is doing time all the other half are ghosts
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| Can’t believe Adam gone, potential man, he had the most
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| Tried to pull him to safety but he just couldn’t grab the rope
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| Apple full of poison took a bite without an antidote
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| Cold as fuck, barely had enough time to grab a coat
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| I’m playing hard like Manigault for a bag a coke
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| A good nigga just happened to take a bad approach
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| Devil on my shoulder laughing at me while he cracking jokes
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| Angel on the other shoulder saying «he just mad you close»
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| Nigga haha Yeah
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| GQ Bright Lady Nights
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| That’s what it is
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| 9th Wnnder
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| Hey, You know
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| Town, Sheeit
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| Town, Sheeit
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| Town, Sheeit
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| Town, Sheeit |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Last Breath, artist - GQ. Album song Death Threats & Love Notes, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп