| Ay yo, the concrete labyrinth is keepin' me captive, hyperactive
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| I saunter through the cold city, no goals for the progeny, approaching me
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| All types of ghosts play me all types of close, I wish that I could light some
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| bulbs
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| Rollin' on my own like the Elm Street tricyle, my eyes are soaked
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| Their eyes are stoned, this is ground zero, I woke up twenty hours ago
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| I walk amongst the thousands, that’s always left with miles to go,
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| from hovering around limbo
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| These browns are broke, and tired of browsing bro
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| I barely got the powers to cope
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| It’s hard to stomach when it grumbles and it growls are both
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| It sound nothing like Al Jarreau
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| But there’s a heaven too x2
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| Ay yo, the iron horse weary
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| Influencing how its passengers think
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| Can lead em to water but can’t make em drink
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| It get under your skin, make-up, ink
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| Ain’t no lookin' back, what they lookin' at? |
| Make 'em blink
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| The rise of machines, over hombres, chewing bacon, egg and cheese
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| Just yesterday I learned ABCs, my aching knees
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| My age increase, I spray Raid and sweep
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| The carcases away, as officers do raids and sweeps
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| They say that we were kings and queens
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| Remind me of the crazy queef
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| Sheesh
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| Blowin' hot air, I wonder if it’s not fair, it’s always not fair
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| Whenever someone’s not there, they only downstairs
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| Drawn out without a stencil
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| My thoughts shape the canvas like a pencil
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| My art is something simple
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| Lost in the mental
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| A big body of work, nothing simple
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| We build pyramids but they keep raiding the temples
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| I find myself at the cross lifted in the middle
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| Instrumental
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| Tryna crack the codes, but it’s all riddles
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| You speak of nizzle, get your body riddled sentimental (mm)
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| That’s how we send a memo, no subliminals
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| Spots shut down, they closing they doors
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| Rarely open, forcing the wars (c'mon)
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| And it’s poor economics keep us dirty, fuck doin' them chores
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| I’m just a made man, I’m not a maid sweepin' the floors
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| What we made was a foundation to creep through the walls
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| I used to sneak in the store, stash the heat in the drawers
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| That was before the tours, just dealing with my hellish moods
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| Sometimes it’s hard to see that there’s a heaven too |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Heaven Too , by - Homeboy Sandman. Song from the album Hallways, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп