| He was a lost boy with rhythm
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| Heart broke SYRE has risen
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| Look at the stars it’s all written
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| Just hold the applause, I’m just kiddin'
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| Started wit it
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| It’s not hot enough in the kitchen
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| They sayin it’s lit
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| I guess I’m the one thinking different
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| I’m slick with it
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| A lot of change when I’m Slick Rick
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| And I don’t pivot
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| I’m like Pippen hittin six swishes in six seconds
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| Autonomous whipping while whole colonies are poverty stricken
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| Young niggas they ain’t stoppin and drippin
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| The way I dribble the rock
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| They gotta watch how the rocks are glistenin
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| Blood diamonds, ancestors fighting with colonist
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| Know your history inherit the confidence
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| It’s apparent and obvious
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| I’m the young KRS in your providence
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| And this air that we are breathing is conscience
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| Its every lyric is prominent
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| (I feel it)
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| Just another cold morning in Paris
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| I know I wish I was takin you home
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| And I ain’t taking the long train no more
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| You don’t care about me and it’s tough girl
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| And I’m trying to feel your love
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| But I’m not fucked up enough
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| Man what a pity New York City lights glow
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| How many times I gotta tell you niggas I’m home
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| Girl, I ain’t fitten to lie you gorgeous
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| We should go to Malibu, let’s go to Florence
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| Rainbow on your aura
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| Girl you soaking up the sun like a tourist
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| Another place she didn’t explore
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| I’m drinking and telling her things I’m not sure of
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| Cancún to Angora couldn’t find more of a Wavey Baby
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| We endin our month in Bora Bora
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| All this time and you are still on my mind and you know
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| Girl I ain’t tryin to leave I’ll be right back
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| Left the crib without a top, need a night cap
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| I’m just looking at the stars from a path
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| I’m serious and get with you the lyrics are all facts
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| They pop off I tell em to relax
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| I drop off the bars and dash let the sunset in the back
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| And the boy is light as a feather in fact
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| At least we can be together now forever
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| But if we can fly through a pink sky we would never go back
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| Just another cold morning in Paris
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| I know I wish I was takin you home
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| And I ain’t taking the long train no more
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| You don’t care about me and it’s tough girl
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| And I’m trying to feel your love
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| But I’m not fucked up enough
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| Man what a pity New York City lights glow
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| How many times I gotta tell you niggas I’m home
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| We were seventeen years old at Cartier
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| We had a cop flowing in my room
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| You made me feel like I’m an astronaut
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| Niggas mad how I acrobat the vocabular
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| And they’re wack, these facts just ain’t adding up
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| And I’m back with a math rap
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| It’s like the boy invented the abacus
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| Less of a rapper more of a strategist
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| Gotta know that money can’t buy happiness
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| You gotta have a long arm still in the hills throwing up charcoal
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| Shit ain’t change nigga
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| I’m still the saddest kid up in the game
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| Thinking about you girl I do that everyday
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| Thoughts I was having blew that shit away
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| When I call you I still don’t know what to say
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| Just another cold morning in Paris
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| I know I wish I was takin you home
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| And I ain’t taking the long train no more
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| You don’t care about me and it’s tough girl
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| And I’m trying to feel your love
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| But I’m not fucked up enough
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| Man what a pity New York City lights glow
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| How many times I gotta tell you niggas I’m home
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| Baby girl you lie on my pillow sheets
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| Cry all night to make peace with you
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| I try I never got to say goodbye
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| I’m somewhere in the sky
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| Singing twisted lullabies |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rainbow Bap , by - Jaden. Song from the album CTV3: Cool Tape Vol. 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп