| Enough Fortune 500, that’s some shit that could plummet
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| Wall Street, that’s some shit that’ll flood soon
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| And I know they say that greed is a man being a man
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| But really that’s just the costume
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| Real us it’s justice, no court room
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| And the real us it’s joyous, but we mourn too
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| And real us shake hands and make plans and make bread
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| And real us just dance and fist fight 'til we dead so
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| If it’s only for survival, guess you dead on arrival
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| If it’s only for survival, guess you dead on arrival
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| If it’s only for survival, guess you dead on arrival
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| If it’s only for survival, guess you dead on arrival
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| If it’s only for survival, guess you dead on arrival
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| You know them colors, they don’t run
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| But girl you sexy in them
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| You don’t know nothing like you Miss America
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| And you know I like to stay out late, drinking with the fellas
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| Maybe I’ll see you there and I’ll take care of ya
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| The real us, we share lighters and secrets to
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| The real us, is medicine, get each other through
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| The real us, remind the world you got a give in
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| At some point, to the things that you love to do
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| 'Cause
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| If it’s only for survival, then you dead on arrival
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| If it’s only for survival, then you dead on arrival
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| If it’s only for survival, then you dead on arrival
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| If it’s only for survival, then you dead on arrival
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| If it’s only for survival, then you dead on arrival |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Only the Poets , by - Marc E. Bassy. Song from the album Only The Poets Mixtape, Vol. 1, in the genre Поп