| I wanna be where you are
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| Where you are
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| You see my heart won’t let up
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| I’m trying not to fall
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| Wish I could write you a letter
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| I know you heard it all before
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| What I mean
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| What I want is
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| I want to be where you are
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| Where you are
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| Safe from harm
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| In your arms
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| In your
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| Got to stay on my feet, I can’t slip
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| Remain focused because these vultures are lurking
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| Praying I don’t win
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| But they can forget about it because I ran for this
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| Yeah tears and sweat devoting my life I planned for this
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| Keeping the slammer close, I’m not alone
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| Smoking that black cabbage
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| Making my enemies go poof begone
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| So the facts is
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| Money make niggas throw rocks at the throne
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| I’m thinking
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| Spoilin' their action
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| Reality is I mean business
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| Please stay out my way
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| For real I’m serious, negativity out my space
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| I wear grown man britches, this is no child’s play
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| Making haters love me
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| So our relationship is love/hate
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| See I describe great
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| And you despise that
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| Putting pressure back in this game
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| Word from this live cat
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| Niggas besides that
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| I’m from a place where most don’t make it out alive
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| And homicide can’t even buy that
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| You see my heart won’t let up
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| I’m trying not to fall
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| Wish I could write you a letter
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| I know you heard it all before
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| What I mean
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| What I want is
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| I want to be where you are
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| Where you are
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| Safe from harm
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| In your arms
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| In your
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| Some of my niggas is still taking penitentiary chances
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| Life lessons
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| They never learned whether they lived or die
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| They not concerned
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| Caught in the system
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| Flips, they got mouths to feed
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| By any means they got to earn
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| Who am I to knock 'em
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| If they cover their faces stocking
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| Run up in the spots and let the Glock kick
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| That used to be me
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| Young, ruthless, and carefree
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| Until I seen the bigger picture
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| Shifted, my way of thinking
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| That 25 to life is real
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| So is the casket once it close on you
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| Word to the youth
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| Its not a game, cause life’ll swerve on you
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| And she’s a bitch
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| And could care less about the nerves on you
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| To either what I’m saying
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| One day it might change your life
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| From poor to rich living
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| Better fresher in white leather
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| From out the hand me downs
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| Flashing high-priced threads
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| Matching the foreign cars in the driveway
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| Living that wealth forever
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| From me to you young world
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| Here’s my letter
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| You see my heart won’t let up
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| I’m trying not to fall
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| Wish I could write you a letter
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| I know you heard it all before
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| What I mean
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| What I want is
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| I want to be where you are
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| Where you are
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| Safe from harm
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| In your arms
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| In your
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| Coming from the city where they run out
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| You know I seen it all before
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| I ain’t here to judge you, I’ve been down
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| You know I done it all before
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| Coming from the city where they run out
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| You know I seen it all before
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| I ain’t here to judge you, I’ve been down
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| You know I done it all before |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Visiting Hour , by - Raekwon. Song from the album The Wild, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп