| NLE, the Top Shotta, I got the bombs like Al-Qaeda
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| (Ayy, JB, why they mad?)
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| Eh, eh, eh, eh, wo-woah, woah, woah-woah
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| Oh (Life good)
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| Can you see now? |
| Can you see now?
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| Woah, oh
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| Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh
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| Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh (Ayy)
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| Soul mission (Soul mission)
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| Soul purpose
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| Mom knew I was worth it
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| Since the day that I was birthed and came out of her lurkin'
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| Lookin' at all of the nurses, she said I was special
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| Knew that shit, that was for certain
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| I would’ve thought this world was perfect, but it came with some curses
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| And read between the verses, if the truth you been searchin'
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| I woke up, I’m alerted, I was feelin' like a servant
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| I ain’t a part of the circus
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| My soul been overworkin'
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| She can’t handle my burden, but she say she want a Birkin
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| I fell asleep in churches, I ain’t know what he was chirpin'
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| Within myself I got faith, then prayers start unfoldin'
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| I know that God real, but not the way that they had told us
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| Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh
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| Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh
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| Ayy, swing like I’m Tyson (Like I’m Tyson), but I ain’t doin' no fightin' (No
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| fightin')
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| And I’ve been feelin' righteous
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| I’m going through enlightenment (Enlightenment)
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| Conscious of a psychic
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| In between her like hyphens
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| They sayin' I don’t know shit, but wait 'til it hit the fan
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| Groundin' up in the sand
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| The work put in, I seen dividends
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| I’m a bigger man, better man, I got a better plan
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| If you don’t understand, where’s somebody with some understandin'?
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| Pineal gland in my crown and I got the upper hand (Red light)
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| Put the blues in rubber bands, I attract abundance
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| Affirmations daily, that’s why blessings keep on comin' in
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| 3−6-9, when I wake I write it three times
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| Six times in the daytime, nine at nighttime
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| Put positive thoughts into your heart, it’ll change your DNA
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| Negative thoughts, they fall apart, now a nigga thinkin' straight
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| I don’t even smoke weed no more, I put that on the Heaven’s gates (Uh-uh-uh,
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| uh-uh-uh)
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| Speakin' on the Heaven’s gates, I know I’m going to Heaven, man
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| Ayy, I never thought I’d say this
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| But I’m eating on the vegan plate (Eating on the vegan plate)
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| Don’t take me to Chick-fil-A, I’m eatin' at the Grand Cafe (Eatin' at the Grand
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| Cafe)
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| They ain’t open on Sunday anyway
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| Fuck your dinner date (Fuck your dinner date), you are what you eat
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| I’m countin' green, eatin' celery (Woah-woah-woah)
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| I don’t care what nobody else think or say, self love the best love
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| Self-hate got you out of shape
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| Distractions all in your face
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| They tell me when they gonna wait
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| Donald Trump the last president
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| Ain’t no more candidates
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| Turned my backyard to farmland
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| But grew up watching Gangland (Gangland)
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| On the block, hangin', I had my Drac' singin' (Singin')
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| All the negative you put in you get it back, that’s dangerous
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| Felt like all my karma came back when I got famous
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| Put the good in, you get the good out
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| I don’t even tote my gun no more, 'cause I’m knowin' that I’m good now
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| Universe keep working for me
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| Ain’t nobody goin' to touch me
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| They say «Protect Chop at all costs»
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| They need to change the subject
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| Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh (Wo-wo-wow wo-wo-wow)
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| Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh (Wo-wo-wow, wo-wo-wow)
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| Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh
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| Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh
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| Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh
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| Bryson, Bryson, everybody loves Bryson, oh (Wo-wo-wow, wo-wo-wow) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bryson , by - NLE Choppa. Song from the album From Dark to Light, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп