| Tick tick
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| This shit is like, what is it? |
| What’s the word?
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| Warm, this shit is warm
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| The irony is it’s cold as shit out
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| I grew up by the crime side
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| There was no sign side
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| But all signs point to leaving
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| And stand too long might stop your breathing
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| The corner store selling beef patties
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| Nigga I’ll gladly, spend that dollar
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| Walk back to the crib head down
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| They like «what's my addy?»
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| 'Cause niggas always want to know where you from and
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| The only thing different between us is that gun, damn
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| Some nights I pray my uncle got away or that gun jammed
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| I start looking up and I can’t see not one
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| Like god damn it, is this even the same planet?
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| Got this whole escape since young, that I’m planning
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| Look up! |
| Ain’t no stars in the hood
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| But I bet we would leave if we could
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| Look up! |
| Ain’t no stars in the hood
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| But I bet we would leave if we could
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| Look up! |
| Ain’t no stars in the hood
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| But I bet we would leave if we could
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| Look up! |
| Ain’t no stars in the hood
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| But I bet we would leave if we could
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| Can’t sell no rock, No jump shot
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| No bandana, no bang, no pop
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| No hoes on me chicken heads don’t flock
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| Louisville Slugger next to my door knob
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| I hope one day we can fly
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| Get that bread, move to Dubai
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| Master the P that’s all they know
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| Ask for the V that’s all my hoes
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| Hands in the sky that’s all my shows
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| Ask for the hook, how that shit go?
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| «I wrote this shit 'cause I was actually
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| I was smoking a cigarette it was 3 o’clock in the morning
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| And it’s so hot on my block and shit but
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| I still be trying to go outside, sometimes
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| So I look up and there’s no clouds, but there’s no stars»
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| Tick tick
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| Tick tick
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| I said my mom say I can’t swear
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| I told her that wasn’t fair
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| They feeling on my hair
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| They opposite they near
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| They wonder about the jimmy
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| She hope it leave her paralyzed
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| Now she go back to school
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| She Drake she in that chair damn
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| Fuck a function
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| Fully functioning at my hall of fame induction
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| I’m spreading out my fingers and balling this shit disgusting
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| I feel like I’m the best so the acne couldn’t Durant me nigga everybody bumping
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| U2 invaded my iTunes for a minute
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| The best album on there was still by Michael Christmas
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| The most expensive nigga to budget, in time I’ll get it
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| I put a birthday cake on my rider in case I miss it
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| Like what day was yesterday? |
| I’m tryna cut the cake
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| When I die, fuck the wake, I want a party bring the fakes
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| And bring my fans, and bring Lil B and tell him to bring his vans
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| I want them in my casket, and bring a chicken basket
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| Bring them hating niggas that was tryna let me have it
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| And bring my wildest cousins yea I’m talking about the savage
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| I hope they take the ankle bracelet off my cousin Jay
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| Remember they would ask my pops if i could come and play
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| I kicked his door a little think I wanna come and stay
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| And hoes be acting crazy I reply with «namaste,"honestly
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| For real for real
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| And not for fake
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| I tell the hoes
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| They got the cake
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| We eating out
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| I’m talking grace
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| I’m Superman
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| I save the day
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| For real for real
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| And not for fake
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| I tell the hoes
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| They got the cake
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| We eating out
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| I’m talking grace
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| I’m Superman
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| I save the day |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Look Up / Save The Day , by - Michael Christmas. Song from the album What A Weird Day, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп