| Just as soon as the sun touch the meadow
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| I was born
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| Handcuffed to strings of Geppetto
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| I was more
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| I swore that I would make it out alive
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| Until the point
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| That I had blood pumping into my eyes
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| I’m just a cardiac ghost that wants his body back
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| Riding whips like I’m running beside the Pontiac
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| Spitting Busta and Dirty Bastard since second grade
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| Standing up to the bullies for change
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| Like lemonade
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| The East Coast held it down for me lyrically
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| The West Coast spiritually
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| Feeling the rhythm kept me together
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| Because my friends are hard to find
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| With so many enemies
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| My memories were flaking around me
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| Like winter leaves
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| Got through the struggle with those cataclysmic verses
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| Now I’m possessing the words to put my enemies in hearses
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| Now they doubletake
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| And look away
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| And run away
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| And I don’t blame 'em
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| Before I have another thing to say…
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| Runaway
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| I remember pulling up in the limousine
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| To elementary
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| Schoolin'
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| All the students, the faculty, the principal
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| Mad at me
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| As he should be
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| Like «how you get the diamonds
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| And the jewelry?
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| That explains how you mackin' all the cuties»
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| Hickies, on her booby
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| Left hand on her booty
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| Always on duty
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| My real life is like a movie
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| In and out of meetings in 15
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| With these beats in rhymes
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| Dropped out of school at the same damn time
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| Making moves like a grown man wish he could
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| While you let your time fly by
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| I was living good
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| Braided up
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| Hundred stacks
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| Papercuts
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| Baby girl ass so fat
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| She 'bout to give it up
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| It never fails
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| Heads or tails
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| When I’m sitting on chrome
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| She gon' blow
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| Oh well
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| Outside the hotel
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| Check out by 12
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| Mr. DeVille
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| Peace out
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| We ill!
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| I was the never the type to better my life
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| Until I learned that i could dice if i was sharp as a knife
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| Used to daydream about being a cat
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| And chasing the mice
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| With my claws out, jaws out
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| Had to get the gauze
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| I was only 7
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| Dreaming about cutting the bully’s balls out
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| Searching for a female companion
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| So I could ball out
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| Handsome little bastard
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| With tantrums decides to call out
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| It’s no wonder that my body and psyche
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| Had had a fallout |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Come Up Pt. 1 , by - Jonwayne. Song from the album Rap Album One, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп