| I gotta get outta here
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| I gotta get the fuck outta here
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| Doom, I gotta get the fuck out brah
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| «I stole your girl while you was in prison»
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| Will I see you again, Facin' life love, sittin in the pen
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| Jail, no bail, so I don’t know when
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| We’ll be together, but until then, I lay in the cell
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| And I think about you
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| My freedom the things I want to do
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| I workout, wait for you to come home
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| Hold it down sly time on the phone
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| «Hello», «What's up»
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| So much you want to say
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| I listen to you as you talk about your day
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| I thank the lord that you picked me as your man
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| But if you can’t stick by, I understand
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| Do your thing, you’ve got one life to live
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| Pure love is all that you give
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| I’m Stressed out today, fucked up in the head
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| Thinking about what I.B. |
| said
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| «I stole your girl while you was in prison»
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| (chorus)
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| Incarceration blues, locked up front page on the news
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| Fucked up because I’m thinkin about you
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| Staring at your picture, wishin I was with ya
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| Will I see you again
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| Are you loyal are you with other men
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| Life’s hard, yea the things we go through
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| Together hold it down love, and I’ll hold you (hold you)
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| I miss you so much
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| Back to lockdown I’ll call you after lunch
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| I’d prefer a visit so you I could touch
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| Kiss you softly, make me feel free
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| Smell your perfume, hear you love me
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| Obviously I picked a winner
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| Mafia love from birth been a sinner
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| Burn eterna -ly 'time for dinner',
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| Times up love, call you after dinner
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| «Back to lockdown»
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| Dreams of picnics in the park
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| Lights out now I’m writing in the dark
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| I’m stressed out tonight fucked up in the head
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| Thinkin about what this D said
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| (chorus) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I.B.'s , by - MF Grimm. Song from the album The Downfall of Ibliys: a ghetto opera, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп