| I still picture your affection
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| I still hear you like we’re talkin' on the phone
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| I Still feel it
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| Like you’re right there holdin' on to me
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| But words cannot explain
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| We will never be us again
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| Everything has changed
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| Or is that just you givin' up again?
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| More unnecessary pain
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| I would ask how we ended up here, but I drove
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| And you allowed me
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| Or maybe it’s only me that remembers it
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| Cause you’re so easily told about me
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| But not once while we were on that road did you doubt me
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| Played your position, writin' out our books
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| I noticed a page missin', blame it on the age difference
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| I see you in the club, now days you’re resistant
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| You used to get excited just to never pay admission
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| Lookin' for the old you, wishin' shit was normal
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| Tried to mold you and you ended up with it on you
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| Live around the corner, yeah we ain’t even formal
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| So I’m askin' God, why you alive and I gotta mourn you
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| Word, I see you got a little crew now
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| A bunch of ugly broke bitches I know better than
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| And I ain’t tryna say them hoes usin' you
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| Well actually who would I be kiddin'? |
| Yes I am
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| I see your life from far and something’s off with it
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| It’s my fault and shit, I shoulda never altered it
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| I sold a dream when you couldn’t have known the cost of it
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| Knew my love came with a pain and I still offered it
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| Seein' your weight loss, knowin' I’m the cause of it
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| If that ain’t my signature, then shit, somebody forgin' it
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| But you think I ain’t hurt, like it ain’t no guilt in me
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| Like it ain’t killin' me, I’m out here on a killin' spree
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| A sickness, I ain’t found a way to nurse it yet
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| Like I ain’t a nervous wreck, like it’s no reverse effect
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| Internal bleedin' and the cuts run deep
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| Every time I leave one love, a loved one leaves
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| I wish I could take the pain away, but only yours
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| I’ll be fine if I remain this way
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| See I deserve whatever punishment I get
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| You could sentence me to years
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| Of hearin' my vic’s voice even when nothin' is there
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| I still picture your affection
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| I still hear you like we’re talkin' on the phone
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| Still feel it
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| Like you’re right there holdin' on to me
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| But words cannot explain
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| We will never be us again
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| Everything has changed
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| Or is that just you givin' up again?
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| More unnecessary pain
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| I done gone so long not givin' a fuck
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| That it’s no longer erratic, now it’s a normal habit
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| Even when I go my way, I gotta have it
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| Bury me with my sweats on and bitches in the casket
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| All the waiters and words, I let 'em loom on
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| Every verse real enough to write it on my tombstone
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| And so you know how real that paranoia be
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| Even make me think my demise is avoidin' me
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| The sick part is I withstand that abuse
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| Long as the fans are amused, am I a man or a muse?
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| Never sugarcoat it when I hand it to the youth
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| Fell from all over the world, and always landed in the booth
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| I hold music in such a high regard that
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| To this day I still feel like it’s destiny
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| And to these fans that I once gave my life for
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| I gotta tell you that it’s not much left in me
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| Yeah, and not that it’s growin' old
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| But years of bearin' my soul is takin' it’s toll
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| Took a father from his son, but is it best that way?
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| I’m so fucked up inside I can’t regret that Trey
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| Hold my head up high at the gates after my time’s up
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| They say you saved somebody’s life by givin' mine up
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| Wouldn’t be the first time that I went without
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| Chased my true love so much that I resent it now
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| You can put this in the scriptures like it’s sacred
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| To live with it, but hate it is to giveth then to take it
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| Goin' through the motions, it’ll strip a nigga naked
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| I guess it’s for a cause if all the kids are gonna play it
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| Trust me, I ain’t been the same yet
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| You’ll stop and stare any time you see a trainwreck
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| And I’ll take whatever punishment they give
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| You can sentence me to years
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| Of hearin' that fan’s voice even when nothin' is there
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| I still picture your affection
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| I still hear you like we’re talkin' on the phone
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| Still feel it
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| Like you’re right there holdin' on to me
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| But words cannot explain
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| We will never be us again
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| Everything has changed
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| Or is that just you givin' up again?
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| More unnecessary pain
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| Still learnin' to live with
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| People coming in and out my life
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| The ones who matter show it over time
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| That’s why they always stay on my mind
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| So I live in reality
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| Nobody else matters to me but you, you, you
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| Why try to hide the truth?
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| I still picture your affection
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| I still hear you like we’re talkin' on the phone
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| Still feel it
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| Like you’re right there holdin' on to me
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| But words cannot explain
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| We will never be us again
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| Everything has changed
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| Or is that just you givin' up again?
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| More unnecessary pain
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| I’m tried of feeling this
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| I gotta live with this |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Unnecessary Pain, artist - Joe Budden. Album song All Love Lost, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп