| America, God bless you if it’s good to you
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| America please take my hand
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| Can you help me underst-
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| New Kung Fu Kenny
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| Throw a steak off the ark
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| To a pool full of sharks, he’ll take it
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| Leave him in the wilderness
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| With a sworn nemesis, he’ll make it
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| Take the gratitude from him
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| I bet he’ll show you somethin', whoa
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| I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
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| I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
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| I’ll chip a nigga little bit of nothin'
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| I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
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| Walk myself to the court like, «Bitch, I did that!»
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| X-rated
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| Johnny don’t wanna go to school no mo', no mo'
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| Johnny said books ain’t cool no mo' (no mo')
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| Johnny wanna be a rapper like his big cousin
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| Johnny caught a body yesterday out hustlin'
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| God bless America, you know we all love him
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| Yesterday I got a call like from my dog like 101
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| Said they killed his only son because of insufficient funds
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| He was sobbin', he was mobbin', way belligerent and drunk
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| Talkin' out his head, philosphin' on what the Lord had done
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| He said: «K-Dot, can you pray for me?
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| It’s been a fucked up day for me
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| I know that you anointed, show me how to overcome.»
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| He was lookin' for some closure
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| Hopin' I could bring him closer
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| To the spiritual, my spirit do no better, but I told him
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| «I can’t sugarcoat the answer for you, this is how I feel:
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| If somebody kill my son, that mean somebody gettin' killed.»
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| Tell me what you do for love, loyalty, and passion of
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| All the memories collected, moments you could never touch
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| I’ll wait in front a niggas spot and watch him hit his block
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| I’ll catch a nigga leavin' service if that’s all I got
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| I’ll chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
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| Walk myself to the court like, «Bitch, I did that!»
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| Ain’t no Black Power when your baby killed by a coward
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| I can’t even keep the peace, don’t you fuck with one of ours
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| It be murder in the street, it be bodies in the hour
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| Ghetto bird be on the street, paramedics on the dial
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| Let somebody touch my mama
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| Touch my sister, touch my woman
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| Touch my daddy, touch my niece
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| Touch my nephew, touch my brother
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| You should chip a nigga, then throw the blower in his lap
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| Matter fact, I’m 'bout to speak at this convention
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| Call you back-
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| Alright, kids, we’re gonna talk about gun control
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| (Pray for me) Damn!
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| It’s not a place
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| This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
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| You close your eyes to look around
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| Hail Mary, Jesus and Joseph
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| The great American flag
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| Is wrapped and dragged with explosives
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| Compulsive disorder, sons and daughters
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| Barricaded blocks and borders
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| Look what you taught us!
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| It’s murder on my street, your street, back streets
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| Wall Street, corporate offices
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| Banks, employees, and bosses with
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| Homicidal thoughts; |
| Donald Trump’s in office
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| We lost Barack and promised to never doubt him again
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| But is America honest, or do we bask in sin?
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| Pass the gin, I mix it with American blood
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| Then bash him in, you Crippin' or you married to blood?
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| I’ll ask again-oops-accident
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| It’s nasty when you set us up
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| Then roll the dice, then bet us up
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| You overnight the big rifles, then tell Fox to be scared of us
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| Gang members or terrorists, et cetera, et cetera
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| America’s reflections of me, that’s what a mirror does
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| It’s not a place
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| This country is to be a sound of drum and bass
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| You close your eyes to look ar- |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song XXX., artist - Kendrick Lamar. Album song DAMN. COLLECTORS EDITION., in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп