| Let 'em look, let 'em look
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| Hey I’m a flash in a class of my own
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| A disaster with thoughts overblown
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| I massacre average crap
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| With a head so advanced
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| I was kicked out of school, never warned
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| Picked out, red flagged as a dirt bag
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| Sick fuck, punk with a rat in his book bag
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| Pig pen with a head full of deal with it
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| Mouth full of fuck that, no concealing it
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| In the burbs where the words don’t sting
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| Cause the birds and the boss and cops don’t think
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| You could tell who the fink, who the joke, who the link
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| Who’s that? |
| and who thinking you a criminal
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| Simply cause your black cause they lack the respect from the get
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| So you act like a maniac
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| Laugh at the way they act
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| Passion is aimed at another map
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| Outta here fast
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| Match to the gas
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| No looks back
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| They sleep on us
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| Don’t wake 'em up
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| We sneakin' out
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| They sleep on us
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| Don’t look back
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| We sneakin' out
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| They sleep on us
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| Don’t wake 'em up
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| We sneakin' out
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| Can’t find it
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| Can’t find us anywhere
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| Listen
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| Friends in the headphones
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| Fam in the headphones
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| Manage the rest let it bump
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| See the culture is dead wrong
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| Angular headstrong
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| All the way past y’all run
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| Dash with the can for the rush
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| What’s the point of a city you can’t crush
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| What’s the point of a living you don’t trust
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| And shit was brought up and sold before we touched
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| So it’s easily up hill
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| Till it seize I’m a be be underneath livin' greasily
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| Squeak wheel
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| Sweet deal, stealing to eat’s real
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| Got that villin' skin ain’t lookin' for cheap thrills
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| On past an I’m
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| Out lastin' 'em I mean to clash with they whole set of standards
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| Looking to smash status I’m outlandish all madness
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| Traveling frantic for answers let’s go
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| I read the future in my palms then washed my hands
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| I don’t do what it takes anymore I demand
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| Paid for the blade boosted the faith
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| Used to escape on a skateboard slipped off the grip tape
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| Scuffed up skin, gore
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| Saw there was more underneath and that dream for a dollar was so bored
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| You gotta read the scenes
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| Watch the grass in a pasture that’s breeding greed
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| They showed their scales, I learned them notes, I played 'em fast
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| Then I was sold down downstream but that didn’t feel cold
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| No, that was never my team
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| There’s no code to break no need to wait
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| Relay, relate it all culminates in a hush |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song They Can't Come feat. Sims, artist - P.O.S. Album song We Don't Even Live Here, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп