| I wonder what’ll happen when the well runs dry can ya tell me that’s dry
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| I wonder where we go when we cease to exist can you tell me that
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| Never let an angel on my shoulder
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| Feelin' like it’s all over like ooh aah
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| Questions I been lookin' for the answers
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| I don’t know which way to go it’s like ooh aah
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| Just pace yourself and be patient don’t try that hard to fit in
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| See you a king in your own right, a God amongst men
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| It’s us against them, the timid and the weak they don’t win
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| I break this shit down and explain it I just hope you ain’t deaf
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| The hopeless can rest, let’s change the way you view this success
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| No fame in excess but we press on learning from every lesson
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| Too consistent to give up, life can end in an instant
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| But I fight the good fight goin' 12 rounds Sonny Liston
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| For the negative resistance we kill 'em with kindness, yes
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| Devils still away from me just please get behind us, yes
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| You should keep your head up stay focused with blinders
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| Odd that it seems if you preserve then your purpose is pure and clear
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| But it works if you’re worthy of it just search and you’ll surely find it
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| I know you can feel the pressure you 'bout to combust
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| Trust that there’s more to this than meets the eye
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| Selassie is the chapel vie the death of pride the soul revived the truth it
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| lies deep inside (deep inside)
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| I wonder what’ll happen when the well runs dry can ya tell me that’s dry
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| I wonder where we go when we cease to exist can you tell me that
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| Never let an angel on my shoulder
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| Feelin' like it’s all over like ooh aah
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| Questions I been lookin' for the answers
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| I don’t know which way to go it’s like ooh aah
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| (Ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo, ayo)
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| You need to give up, just quit this shit bruh
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| You fuckin' sickenin'
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| Nothin’s happened yet and never will be real
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| You delusional holdin' onto this
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| Don’t nobody play your shit
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| In fact they fuckin' hate your shit
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| Your sound is foul and flagrant
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| Fade that shit to black and back the fuck up
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| You trash nigga washed your shit is ass nigga
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| Fuck you even make it for go back to the drawing board
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| You drawin' boy I ain’t tryna hear that shit at all nigga
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| You ain’t even nice you dead wrong nigga
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| All that fuckin' shit that sound off nigga
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| Every fuckin' song you sound lost nigga
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| Fuck is that, fuck outta here, trash nigga |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song After Words, artist - K.A.A.N.. Album song All Praise Is Due, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп