| Always on my own like «ha ha ha ha»
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| Jump to the ledge like «ha ha ha ha»
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| Jumping to the sky like «ha ha ha ha»
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| I might do it like «ha ha ha ha»
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| My funeral with 27 people like «ha»
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| Always on my own I’m like «ha ha ha ha»
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| Jumping to the sky like «ha ha ha ha»
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| I’m like hahahaha
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| Have no friends in 27
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| By myself in 27
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| All alone in 27
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| Found her body in 27
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| Please pray for me, in 27
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| Have no friends in 27
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| By myself at 27
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| All alone in 27
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| Yo, check this
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| I might kill me a nigga like pow pow pow pow
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| Put the gun up in his mouth like nigga I don’t give a *bleep*
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| Still I’m chasing demons, best believe I ain’t been eating
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| Best believe I see my shadow checking on me like I’m Jesus, but
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| Jeez Louise this paranoia haunting me like erryday
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| Hotel food and Skyping you, I love it when you lingerie
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| Hotel rooms, hotel rooms, crying 'bout this fucking few
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| Candle burning, candle burning, inkwell for my favourite do
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| I fucking hate your guts, look what you’ve became, it’s nuts
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| Now its down, down, down, down all the way to hell and up
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| Up is where you treaded, life is sacraments and atheists
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| Trade your morals, my withdrawals
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| Heroin and pissy cups
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| Uncles he no longer has, no guidance and looking back
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| Nobody to call his own, phone be ringing always off
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| (Hello? Hello?)
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| I don’t even trust myself, feel like I just don’t belong
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| Feel like fucking flying, wish you understand my fucking thoughts
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| Confidence is terminated, hatred in my fucking bones
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| Hate your fucking skinny-legged fame, I hope you fucking choke
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| In denial, homicidal court cases and algebra
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| I was doing licks and getting money but this passion was
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| Me and microphone, this room was 27 like the club
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| Dead kids, too short, life gone, mad drugs
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| Suicide, genocide, responsibility for us
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| Responsibility for us
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| Look inside the mirror, looking thinner, but they paying us
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| I guess I’m fucking famous doing Versace and Adda now
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| 27 like the club, 27 different drugs
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| I be going back to black, stairway up to heaven bruh |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Room 27, artist - Rejjie Snow. Album song Dear Annie, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп