| I said, you were like a broken bone
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| Never really let it heal, something that I don’t condone
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| Wanted to ignore that it was broken, so it broke some mo'
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| Now that shit’s so fucked, I can’t replace it, like my broken phone
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| Broken glass, can’t find a G' that’s parted overlaps
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| Hold me back on the overpass, movin' more than fast
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| Now I’m goin' through my class like a walking dead
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| I keep fighting fire with more fire, I’m a talking head
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| She said that she wanna dance, I would rather talk instead
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| She wantin' to follow me, I would rather block instead
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| Just released the album, but I need to do this song again
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| Turned around the corner, feel the bounty that is on my head
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| Not to kill me, they just wanna come get me alive
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| They just wanna see me once, don’t wanna go deep inside
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| I been in the public eye, I wonder why I even hide
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| It don’t fuckin' matter, 'cause they readin' me between the lines
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| Realize that there was nothing they could even find
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| I just can’t investigate, like motherfuckin' CSI
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| Now I’m feelin' free enough to make a eagle cry
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| One day they gon' put off my success in an all-seeing eye
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| No more Wi-Fi, so I had to get the notepad
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| Oh, rad, I’m just tryna get to not so bad
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| All this music will expire, it could go bad
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| Those fads, who gon' really last when it all goes black? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Freestyle on a Thursday Afternoon , by - Quadeca. Song from the album Out of Order, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп