| When I headed from the East Coast
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| She stayed in Florida blowing weed smoke, yeah
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| Conversation over sunrise
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| She sees no ocean in these blue eyes, yeah
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| What am I doing?
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| What am I doing?
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| What am I doing?
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| What am I doing?
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| Having life moments
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| With a girl I’ll never see again
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| Old girl blowing up my inbox
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| Had me again, 3 am
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| I’m at the tele' with it
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| I don’t even gotta say a word, I can tell she with it
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| She assume I just do this shit with hella women
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| I don’t ever show my cards, dawg
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| Keep the window hella tinted (hella tinted)
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| But she be telling me things
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| She loving what my energy brings
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| All the way up on this
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| Balcony
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| Balcony, balcony
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| Balcony
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| Balcony, balcony
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| Balcony
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| Balcony, balcony
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| She only knew me on that balcony
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| Wonder what her life like
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| Prolly had it back home
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| Caught up in the nightlife
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| She played the field, but she hope it’s real
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| Deep down, girl, she know the deal
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| Balcony
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| Balcony, balcony
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| Balcony
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| Balcony, balcony
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| Balcony
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| Balcony, balcony
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| She only knew me on that balcony
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| That liquor got me moving
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| Slow the night, deja vu-ing
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| Every city, then I catch another flight (Back to the mitt)
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| She don’t know nobody like me, no
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| Sometimes I wish I could see what they see, though
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| I don’t get it still
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| I be having nights like this and I don’t get a thrill
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| I don’t ever put no easy women on the pedestal
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| They ain’t never real
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| Check the thirst
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| They don’t ever chill
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| When will them girls learn?
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| Same girls always got their hands out
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| What do them girls earn?
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| I got it going on
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| I cannot jeopardize the kingdom
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| For no overly aggressive pawn
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| I get my chess-ing on
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| Everything I’ve been through
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| I learn a lesson on
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| Mind going everywhere but this
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| Balcony
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| Balcony, balcony
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| Balcony
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| Balcony, balcony
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| Balcony
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| Balcony, balcony
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| I only knew her on that balcony
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| How I always do it right
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| But I do 'em wrong
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| She wanna know why I never open up
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| 'Less it’s in a song
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| Premonition girl
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| Knew it’d be like this all along
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| Way before this
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| Balcony
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| Balcony, balcony
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| Balcony
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| Balcony, balcony
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| Balcony
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| Balcony, balcony
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| I knew her way before this balcony
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| When I headed from the East Coast
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| She stayed in Florida blowing weed smoke, yeah
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| Conversation over sunrise
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| She sees no ocean in these blue eyes, yeah
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| What am I doing?
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| What am I doing?
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| What am I doing?
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| What am I doing, yeah |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Balcony , by - Packy. Song from the album Mad Lifey, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп