| Speaking of love
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| Tell me how does it feel
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| (How does it feel, how does it feel)
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| Speaking of peace
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| Tell me how does it feel
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| (How does it feel, how does it feel)
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| I feel like the weight of the world here
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| I can’t protect you from it like I used to do past years
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| So, I leave it all in God’s hands and pray like the pastors
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| I know the world tough, wish I could hide it like cashmere
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| Wool over your eyes, though we hunger like fast here
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| For truth, in your youth your only problem was mad beer
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| Now the glass empty and you fill it mad tears
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| Cause peace don’t come cheap when you paying like cab fare
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| Yea, and, war is a beast right?
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| Looking at the stars like we used to do all night
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| And, I’m wishing on 'em all hoping that you are alright
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| Thinking of the days we used to chill and drink tall Sprites
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| Life was simple, just work and pay bills off
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| Now you far away fighting, feeling like Bill Maher
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| These real times, tryna understand what you kill for
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| How it feel heavy like the weight of a steel door
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| And, still I open up and share with you heavy hearts
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| Praying for my brother in Afghanistan fighting war
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| Against brothers that you’d probably mistake him for
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| It feel like we all need to love and pray more
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| It touch like the saddest of sad songs
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| We all know somebody that remind us like Trayvon
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| My mind used to tell me «girls we gotta just pray for 'em
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| Cause hate ain’t born in you, it’s just something they raised on»
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| Shoot 'til the fade gone and practice decease
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| We gotta fight cause we can overcome and we don’t compete
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| I got the gift of gab like Gab Douglas, just gotta reach out
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| The bars are in my hand, they can’t stand like the beach house
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| The flow, I finally see now
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| The ones that hate the most just want to be where we be now
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| Another day running to makeup like the sad clown
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| Reverse roles they use to hold all of us all down
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| Yo, it came to me like Dan Brown
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| Da Vinci code, we all seeking truth they don’t want us to know
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| Yo, like what we really all fighting fo'?
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| It you ask me yall we all need to just pray mo'
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| For friends, family, and our sanity mostly
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| I’m out here writing for my freedom like Stokely
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| Carmike — I write all day and all night
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| And it feel like love alright, well alright |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song How Does It Feel , by - Rapsody. Song from the album The Idea Of Beautiful, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп