| Man, I hate when I feel like this
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| Rising above emotion to the thinking of God, yo
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| I got a cloud floating over me
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| Lately I’ve been noticing my total vibe and energy ain’t where it’s supposed to
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| be
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| Always in a dry mood
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| Can’t seem to recapture my stride, dude, no matter how many times I try to
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| I once felt similar
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| I don’t wanna do nothin' but shoot ball, come home and listen to the Minister
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| The skies look sinister
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| It’s like I’m inside of a storm with the calm sitting outside the perimeter
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| Anxieties I can’t release ‘em
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| My dreams dangling a foot in front of me but somehow I can’t reach ‘em
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| I’m gettin' kinda frustrated
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| Don’t you hate it when you gotta come up off some money when you just made it
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| Like damn, what do this mean?
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| It’s like things gettin' more messed up the more brother try to fix things
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| I’m just tryna warn you
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| I’m at a point where not being happy feels normal
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| I can’t get it off
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| It’s like a hundred pound weight strapped to me
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| Can’t run and can’t walk
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| I can’t get it off
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| Straight jackin', feet shackled with some duct tape covering my mouth
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| I’m just tryna be a grown man, grown man
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| I’m just tryna be a grown man, a grown man, yeah
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| Now my spirit ain’t broken, just not a lot of words spoken
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| I’m walkin' ‘round goin' through the motions
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| Nighttime approachin'
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| I’m overdosing on peace as it soaks in, silence is my close friend
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| I’m blocking out the deep hurt
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| Wish I could put my life in reverse ‘cause I’m wearing regret like a t-shirt
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| Wish I had a precursor to see first
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| But even with these quirks, I’m knowin' that my issue could be worse
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| Anger level rising, I’m tryna get over the hump
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| But I’m coming up short as a fire hydrant
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| I’m listening to wise men
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| But if you don’t apply what they’re advising, results shouldn’t be surprising
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| I’m seeing things plainly
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| I wish I could point the finger at somebody else but I gotta blame me
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| And shaking off this mess now
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| A waste of time like tryna wipe a tattoo off with a wet towel
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| I can’t get it off
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| It’s like a hundred pound weight strapped to me
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| Can’t run and can’t walk
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| I can’t get it off
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| Straight jackin', feet shackled with some duct tape covering my mouth
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| I’m just tryna be a grown man, grown man
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| I’m just tryna be a grown man, a grown man, yeah
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| I just wanna stay in bed
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| Bad intentions in my head, and I ain’t even takin' no meds
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| It took a minute to add it
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| I had to fall into some madness just to appreciate how good I had it
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| Folks smiling and laughing, bro
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| You see ‘em at the job and at the store but how many of ‘em are really happy
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| though
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| False status and matrimony
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| I keep going even when I’m lonely
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| ‘cause I got people depending on me
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| Another thing that ails me —
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| If I wasn’t myself and came to me for some advice, what would I tell me?
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| I been tryna convince ya
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| The same people that oughta be in your corner are the ones rootin' against ya
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| It’s comin' off kinda hateful
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| But do I really wanna share what I built up with somebody who ain’t grateful?
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| Lettin' dead weight stop me
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| I gotta be the one to look out for myself if ain’t nobody else got me
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| I can’t get it off
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| It’s like a hundred pound weight strapped to me
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| Can’t run and can’t walk
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| I can’t get it off
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| Straight jackin', feet shackled with some duct tape covering my mouth
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| I’m just tryna be a grown man, grown man
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| I’m just tryna be a grown man, a grown man, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cant Get It Off , by - K Rino. Song from the album Then and Now (The 4-Piece #2), in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп