| When it’s the end of our fair lady
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| A million pieces lost at sea
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| Marooned is the crew
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| That’s setting sail with me
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| Oh Lord we’re sinking, God knows we fall
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| Set sail for Heaven, pray my soul won’t get lost
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| Pray God accepts me, I know I’m wrong
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| But we’ve been shipwrecked, since we were gone
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| It was 91st first and Langley, we was 6 Deep
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| Steppin' up the stairs black Buick with a slick creep
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| Moving down the block we had froze (froze)
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| Felt the tension in my toes «Man who is that? |
| I don’t know»
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| Driving slow, many probably throw
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| See we was thrown off, it was New Years Eve
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| I still remember when my baby lungs blew them trees
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| I still felt like a saint when I drew that breeze
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| On the corners was I hangin' never bangin'
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| But I knew them G’s, it’s been tragic
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| Since Boy Meets World been savaged
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| But the goal was never really the beef, it’s been cabbage
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| We kill for it, when we die we can’t have it
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| But we can’t kill the habit holdin' onto this boat 'til we shipwreck
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| shore, I die same before the dawn
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| I watch my niggas die of
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| They say the waves will wash our sin
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| That we were black because our skin
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| I know we gazed upon the promise, promise land
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| I’ve been in these Waters like the Titanic
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| Waves crashed down, you would’ve thought a nigga drowned
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| But I’m staring at the sky like «Why panic?»
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| Don’t you know who I pray to? |
| We’ve been lookin' like prey
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| I just caught this shit at the prelude, peace, I been keepin' it
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| Step into the wools, forever a black sheep to the herd
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| How you not heard about this nigga?
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| You think you feelin' the flow somewhere in the ceiling, I’m not hot
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| Trust I’ll be bringin' it, a nigga get it like «Pop pop!»
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| I’ve been trying to give them what’s good
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| But don’t call it food for thought
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| Shit taste like a hot fry
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| Shit had a nigga so thirsty
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| I couldn’t see straight it was like I was cock-eyed
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| Fam, tell them what you’ve seen on the southside
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| Tell them, tell them where you been, nigga
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| Tell them where you’re going
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| Cold park whenever I was outside
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| Somebody shootin' nigga
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| Even when it’s snowing, in the cold
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| You could see the people thirsty
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| Well, I gotta little water right here
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| You heard me, all you gotta do is take a sip
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| And I don’t want your souls, and I don’t want your gold
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| I just do it for the Free my nigga don’t trip
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| Don’t trip, I do it for the Free, my nigga don’t trip
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| Don’t trip, I do it for the Free, my nigga don’t trip
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| Don’t trip
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| Ten thousand tiny soldiers marching right through my heart
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| Couldn’t keep me at bay |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Shipwrecked, artist - Mick Jenkins. Album song The Water (S), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп