| LA-SER
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| Kane is in the building, nigga
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| Alright
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| Already the show goes on all night
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| 'Til the morning we dream so long
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| Anybody ever wonder
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| When they would see the sun up
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| Just remember when you come up
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| The show goes on!
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| Have you ever had the feeling
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| That you was being had
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| Don’t that shit that make you mad
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| They treat you like a slave
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| With chains all on your soul
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| And put whips up on your back
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| They be lying through they teeth
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| Hope you slip up off your path
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| I don’t switch up I just laugh
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| Put my kicks up on they desk
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| Unaffected by their threats
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| Then get busy on they ass
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| See that’s how that Chi-Town made me
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| That’s how my daddy raised me
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| That glittering may not be gold
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| Don’t let nobody play me
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| If you are my homeboy
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| You never have to pay me
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| Go on and put your hands up
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| When times is hard you stand up
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| L-U-P the man
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| 'Cause the brand
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| That the fans trust
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| So even if they ban us
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| They’ll never slow my plans up!
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| Alright
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| Already the show goes on all night
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| 'Til the morning we dream so long
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| Anybody ever wonder
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| When they would see the sun up
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| Just remember when you come up
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| The show goes on!
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| One in the air for the people ain’t here
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| Two in the air for the father that’s there
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| Three in the air for the kids in the ghetto
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| Four for the kids that don’t wanna be there
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| None for the niggas tryna to hold them back
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| Five in the air for the teacher not scared
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| To tell those kids that’s living in the ghetto
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| That the niggas holding back that the world is theirs!
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| Yeah, yeah, the world is yours
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| I was once that little boy
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| Terrified of the world
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| Now I’m on a world tour
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| I would give up everything
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| Even start a world war
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| For these ghetto girls and boys I’m rapping 'round the world for!
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| Africa to New York
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| Haiti then I detour
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| Oakland out to Auckland
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| Gaza Strip to Detroit
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| Say hip-hop only destroy
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| Tell 'em look at me, boy!
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| I hope your son don’t have a gun
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| And never be a D-boy
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| Alright
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| Already the show goes on all night
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| 'Til the morning we dream so long
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| Anybody ever wonder
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| When they would see the sun up
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| Just remember when you come up
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| The show goes on!
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| So no matter what you’ve been through
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| No matter what you’re into
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| No matter what you see
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| When you look outside your window
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| Brown grass or green grass
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| Picket fence or barbed wire
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| Never ever put them down
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| You just lift your arms higher
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| Raise 'em 'til your arms tired
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| Let 'em know you’re here
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| That you’re struggling survivin'
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| That you gon' persevere
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| Yeah, ain’t nobody leaving
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| Nobody goin' home
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| Even if they turn the lights out
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| The show is goin' on!
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| Alright
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| Already the show goes on all night
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| 'Til the morning we dream so long
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| Anybody ever wonder
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| When they would see the sun up
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| Just remember when you come up
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| The show goes on! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Show Goes On , by - Lupe Fiasco. Song from the album Lasers, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп