| Little lamb in the lion’s grip
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| Scared to fall asleep in the fear of waking in violent feats
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| Fuck the industry and all these lying tricks
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| You can say I’m, face to face with the new me
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| Tryina come to grips, with the glimpse that only a few see
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| Few plead the fifth but I rift
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| Whenever I do see the look on the hater’s face
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| When they hear I went to a uc
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| Yeah, and I walk the stage but I left odd
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| And nowadays you lucky if that will land you a desk job
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| Interviews are interludes that niggas view with rarity
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| And rappers selling cd’s might as well ask for charity
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| Walking through mid town, got hit with a barrage
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| And nigga tryina push his mixtape, said it’s featuring Nas
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| I listen to this pitch then I slipped him a cold 5
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| Went home and popped it in
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| And what do you know, no Nas
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| No surprise there, this is just my story
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| Don’t suppose that y’all care
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| How could you ignore me
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| I ain’t posing, I swear
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| And everybody’s a rapper, still I know that I’m rare
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| I know that I’m there
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| And I don’t wanna try no more
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| I don’t wanna lie no more
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| I don’t wanna ride no more, no
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| When you giving your all
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| Put up all on your walls
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| It all comes down
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| And I don’t wanna try no more
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| I don’t wanna ride no more
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| I don’t wanna lie no more, no
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| When you giving your all
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| Put up all on your walls
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| It all comes down
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| Fuck love, fuck love
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| Fuck love, fuck love
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| And I know my mother’s gone, my brother’s sick
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| My girl is on some other shit
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| Every time I’m on the phone, she thinks it’s with another chick
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| How can I explain that I’m just discussing another mix
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| How is she to blame when my track record is smothered with
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| Constant infidelity, telling me like you better
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| But I’m a man and using women is something I used to treasure
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| No lie, I used to think these girls made me complete
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| Till I found myself in the space, while I saw the loser was me
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| And I can never hold myself back from music like I used to
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| Self inflict my own career with fear, I refuse to
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| My lyrics were meant to bring emotions like the blues do
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| Never trust your life with another cause they will use you
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| But these instrumentals are therapy
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| I swear to god, every new rapper better be scared of me
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| I swear to god, ain’t a new rapper you can’t compare to me
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| And all I really wanted was some clarity
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| And I don’t wanna try no more
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| I don’t wanna lie no more
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| I don’t wanna ride no more, no
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| When you giving your all
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| Put up all on your walls
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| It all comes down
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| And I don’t wanna try no more
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| I don’t wanna ride no more
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| I don’t wanna lie no more, no
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| When you giving your all
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| Put up all on your walls
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| It all comes down
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| Fuck love, fuck love
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| Fuck love, fuck love |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuck Love, artist - Locksmith. Album song The Green Box, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп