| When I came to you there on that cold
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| telephone pole horror of the night
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| and you came out to meet me and then tell me things and sit down on the porch swings
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| Congratulations you coming home next month
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| Humble as a monk
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| We celebrate with Crystal and skunk
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| The family’s large
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| It’s hard being God
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| Still take charge come home to a massage
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| A line of credit cards with a Land Cruiser parked in the garage
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| And trying to make up for the times when you was gone
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| Being locked up while my heart was torn
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| You wrote me letters
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| Telling me when you come home things will be much better
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| I mailed you a pair of Tims for a Wu-Wear sweater
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| Up in the penal dipped (?) for the weather
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| In difficult times it’s hard to maintain
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| I strive to live in the shelter that blocks out the rain
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| And that rain is pain
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| For stress on the brain will have a nigga insane
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| Forced to stay awake
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| Late nights it’s hard to sleep
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| When I peek
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| Cause the kitchen’s chopped up (?) they be trying to creep on me Mental explosion when I meditate over by Taca Lake
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| Thoughts remain calm like the ocean
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| Puff a little war potion
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| Everything relates to emotion
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| When I stare at the stars surrounded by trees
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| Sometimes I feel like a fallen leaf
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| Blown away by wind realities
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| Strong breeze, but you’re free
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| I took the block off the horn
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| So let knowledge be born
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| Blood brothers forever
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| Killa B’s on the swarm
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| Dom P’s (?) past, guns blast
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| I recollect on the past
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| On how we ran wild together
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| Chasing cash and ass
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| Small time thing
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| Managing stings for nugget rings
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| Went back far like acorn fights on modern swings
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| Kingpin style, juveniles raised with major flav
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| Tenth grade came went on our own and severed ways
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| Never realized Poppy would die or leave my side
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| Homicide never
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| I visualize better
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| You live forever in my heart son
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| Mentally dunn we roll together
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| No years past I still hear blasts as guns flashed
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| My nigga run fast he sumble to a lifeless crash
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| On the concrete my leg felt weak
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| I couldn’t eat let alone sleep
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| This shit is way beyond bone deep
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| Now I sip beers
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| Shed a few tears with our peers
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| Play the rears
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| Do the knowledge through glares and cold stares
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| Yo it’s hard kid
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| I swear to my unborn this war’s going on Veterans taking falls to young pawns
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| But I stay strong and try to move on And live life to the fullest
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| Rest in peace to the God who took a bullet |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Full Moon, artist - KIllarmy. Album song Silent Weapons For Quiet Wars, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп