| You know death right around the corner and prison my next-door neighbor
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| Feel like I’m dyin' to live
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| I know we live to die, but I feel like I’m dyin' to live
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| I be clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
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| Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
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| Sorry Lord, the Devil got a hold of me, lately
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| Knew I shouldn’t have never let you close to me, baby
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| Clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
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| Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
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| Sorry Lord, the Devil got a hold of me, lately
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| Knew I shouldn’t have never let you close to me, baby
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| I knew I shouldn’t have never showed you that I love you, my nigga
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| I fucked up when I showed you that I trust you, my nigga
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| I tried to turn my life around, but now I’m back in the field
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| You know it’s free my nigga Cool, I hope he win the appeal
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| I lost my niggas, it ain’t been the same
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| Everybody say that I changed, say I ain’t been the same
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| They don’t even know I’m feelin' pain
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| They don’t know how I feel inside, traumatized, criminalized
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| But yet I’m idolized, I swear to God sometimes I wonder why
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| It got me brainwashed, lil' ones off the same block
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| Remember I had to slang rock, remember I let them thangs pop
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| Damn, I just wanna raise my son, wish it could’ve been how it was
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| Sometimes I wanna grab my gun
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| Sometimes I don’t be wanna hear none
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| I be clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
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| Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
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| Sorry Lord, the Devil got a hold of me, lately
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| Knew I shouldn’t have never let you close to me, baby
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| Clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
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| Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
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| Sorry Lord, the Devil got a hold of me, lately
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| Knew I shouldn’t have never let you close to me, baby
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| My boy got shot, you put the blame on me
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| You say you know I did it
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| I can’t even act like it ain’t faze me
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| That shit hurt my feelings
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| My cousin got hit up, say he saw me jump out with the Glizzy
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| Why you had told them people you made me? |
| Boy, you know you didn’t
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| I hit that lick in Maryland, I bought my mama a Honda Civic
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| The hardest thing I had to do in life was leave you
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| I was showin' you love and had you feelin' like I need you
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| I’m drinkin' this alcohol right now, I wanna see you
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| You made me go hard in this shit, I’m motivated
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| Why you had gave up on the kid when I was jaded?
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| Now I’ve been drinkin', gettin' faded
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| Thinkin' 'bout how you played me
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| Thinkin' 'bout how you did me
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| I be clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
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| Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
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| Sorry Lord, the Devil got a hold of me, lately
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| Knew I shouldn’t have never let you close to me, baby
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| Clutchin' on my fire, you never know these days
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| Gamblin' with your life, you gettin' close to the grave
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| Sorry Lord, the Devil got a hold of me, lately
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| Knew I shouldn’t have never let you close to me, baby |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Close to the Grave , by - Kodak Black. Song from the album Dying to Live, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп