| It’s all a hidden history, and mysteries
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| I see vividly, hysteria
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| Cause misery on the interior
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| Shit gets more scarier, I’m never in fear
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| Just a little inferior in some areas
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| But I share, wisdom with Sumerian’s
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| Somewhere we in the place
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| Peace means harmony, not war and armory
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| But fuck that, cock your gun back
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| This survival of the fittest
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| Some cats get boxed in where they litter
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| These niggas don’t beez in the trap, they like beez in the track
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| Get smoked out and I ain’t talkin' bout what you toke out
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| You toked out for really thinkin' that this shit is a silly dream
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| When actually reality ain’t what it really seem
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| And I ain’t actin' on the scene, nigga’s scream
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| The actions ain’t screened, just well-schemed
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| I’m tryna' have wealth for my well-being
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| By eighteen, pockets healthy green
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| What the fuck is twelve beams?
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| I need the cake and cream
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| The stakes is high like fiends off a dream
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| Jet streaming having cuisine
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| With the best season since the vet season
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| Carry a vest, you know the reason
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| I’m in Chi-raq and I’m getting blown like the breezes
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| The chicken strip teasers
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| Thighs, legs and the breast part is the cleavage
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| She even lick it down to the bone marrow
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| She in love but I ain’t got a bow and arrow
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| I’m known to jack the booty like I’m Sparrow
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| They ain’t tryna' see me in the battle
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| The lines is too narrow
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| They couldn’t even outshine my shadow
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| They don’t want the beef nigga, let alone the cattle
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| They just living out the saddle, so sad though
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| Black in public, black democrats
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| Black educator, black entertainer
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| Black, black businessman, black people are rumbling
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| Save the chil
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| Okay, they sleeping on the crack, they overdose
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| Overdose on high fructose, rolling toast till I’m over-throat
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| And over-slowed, I been speakin' over tones
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| Low but keep them L’s high, legends live long
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| And we gon' be forever, this for the Era
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| They tried to tell us we too deep in the flow
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| The mo' the better, the mo' clever, et cetara, whatever
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| Why do they sweat us?
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| Dead us, they just met us, but they won’t forget us
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| They don’t know better than the worst case
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| I be headed for first place
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| Purchase they position cause' they worship oppositions
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| But I to had no pot to piss in, and so spot on in this instant
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| And they still ain’t got my decision, I won’t stand under no man
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| Except my high supplier, he got the fire, I got the lighter
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| I hit the spliff and this what I’m spittin'
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| Like it’s gas liquids that I’m drippin', pimpin' |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Save The Children , by - Joey Bada$$. Song from the album B4.DA.$$, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп