| Find me
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| Find me
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| Find me before it’s too late
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| Find me peeping this Eve with the applebum
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| Ain’t been in trouble for a while, I’m about to grab me some
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| My record sold out faster than who you voted for last election
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| Yo, you better not be late like that time of the month
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| Chastity belt, swag rappers trying to stunt
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| Til they find the key, can’t fuck with us properly
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| Find me flyer than the birds and the bees
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| Fly like Earth used to be
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| Find me channeling Earl Klugh in these streets
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| You sweet, I could tell by how you move, uh
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| New Jack Emperor, I can tell you’re new
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| Lukewarm temperature, my flame blue
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| You could find me in the stu finding some knowledge in loops
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| Or find me trying to face the door in the morning
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| Walking that tight rope with high hopes and the thoughts of falling
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| Opportunity won’t dance with you long as you’re by the wall, son
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| Try to find the way to walk on one
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| Find me
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| Find me
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| Find me before it’s too late
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| Find me
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| Find me
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| Find me before it’s too late
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| Find me
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| Find me
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| Find me before it’s too late
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| I found that a steady drip of water makes a hole in the rock
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| The way you walk, shit that hole in your socks, don’t stop
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| My pops showed me with an orange and some marbles
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| How the planets move along in the dark, shit was ill
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| How many dog-years in a god-minute?
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| This armpit of the cosmos, we all up in it, huh?
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| Find me all up in my feelings, feeling gratitude
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| Find me talking to myself really trying to
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| Like how many potential siblings got skeeted on sheets
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| You could’ve been a still-born baby, you breathe and you’re here
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| You could’ve been canceled or delayed by a million years
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| You could’ve been a rock or wave, man you breathe, you’re here
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| There’s people trying to get here on boats
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| They found closed gates and «hell no’s», instead of «hello's»
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| For every petal on the rose, there’s mad thorns and shit
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| History’s gonna find us like, «they was on some shit»
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| Find me
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| Find me
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| Find me before it’s too late
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| Again, again
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| My boy called me when they found you
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| Next time I find you, again
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| Last time I saw her, was her birthday due
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| Some people call it death, some people call it birth number two
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| Got to know later she bled out under a full moon
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| Now she’s on my mind every month when it’s due
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| First time somebody I knew decided to do
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| What I was too young to even fathom, how you choose it?
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| How you arrive at the conclusion to resign as a human?
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| Or rather rewind the loop, til before you were born?
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| But… now i know how it gets too raw
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| Probably wasn’t built for the speed but we were taught to move forward
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| Who would’ve thought she gon' drop from a cliff
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| Her body hit, I was just a kid, I assumed the soul soared
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| Wondering how the stoop felt, because I mean, I’m not doing too well
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| Two truths too heavy to dwell on
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| I really wish you had some bigger Duracells on
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| Maybe you could tell me more the next time i find you
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| Again… again…
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| Next time I find you
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| My boy called me when they found you
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| The end |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Find Me, Pt.2 , by - Ivan Ave. Song from the album Helping Hands, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп