| Yeah
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| Come on the desperation stay the same
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| Grip tight to the reins, smoke lights by the chain
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| You won’t find no letter by my remains
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| Not caught dead settling
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| No black sweater, slacks or shoes
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| With any pennies in a federal sake
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| A steady hand ready to drop stakes through any bloodsucker
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| Sick of the news, yeah eat him up
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| Cover him up like headstones in the fall
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| We don’t stop, keeping it warm, keeping it hot
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| Treading water and our lives in tide
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| Throw it on, ride whatever we on
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| Dawn whenever we wonder, we don’t ask why
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| Correct, the best shoe’s the worst step
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| Some tools to work with, confused and worthless
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| Peruse the surface but don’t dig deep enough
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| Wait, they, they turning in they graves
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| We, we dig them up and rearrange
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| Aim, take them out the way they came
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| Switch them out the frame
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| You got to find something else to hang
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| You didn’t get mature, you got tame
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| They ain’t the same
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| Thoughts convertible, that’s what I’m on
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| Keep living in your box
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| What is that, a Scion?
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| Cool, it’s all fool’s gold, ask me
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| What’s the goal fool?
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| Dig deep, like six feet
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| Speak, retreat, whatever, don’t ask me
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| I’m busy working with that shorthand shovel
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| Fools ready to pound moves, bloody knuckles
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| Keep the surface free, don’t ask me
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| I’m busy working with that shorthand shovel
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| Fools ready to pound bloody knuckles, don’t ask me
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| Speak, retreat, whatever, don’t ask me
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| I’m busy working with the shorthand shovel
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| Speak, retreat, whatever, don’t ask me
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| I’m busy working with the shorthand shovel
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| Fools ready to pound bloody knuckles
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| Graves, shovel, let’s get to it
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| We wrote the book, they’ll have to remain truant
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| We wrote the book by moving the blame to it
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| We wrote the book by keeping the change
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| Digging up graves, shovel, let’s get to it
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| We wrote the book, the hobbies will stay ruined
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| We wrote the book, the hot remain stupid
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| We wrote the book by checking the aim
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| Digging up graves, come on, shovel and bones
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| We wrote the book by cutting the dead clones
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| We wrote the book by smashing a dead phone
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| Getting a good second alone before
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| Digging up graves, shovel, let’s get to it
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| We wrote the book by moving the blame to it
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| We wrote the book, my civil just ain’t do it
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| We wrote the book, now look at the fame
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| Digging up graves |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Graves (We Wrote The Book) , by - P.O.S. Song from the album Never Better, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп