| Tug of war and my mind’s like a clash of the titans
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| Thoughts contrast so it’s layers to my writin'
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| God fearin', but I’m Guy Fisher
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| Yeah, God hearin', but I’m gone fishin'
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| I’m an artist, drug dealer, foreign car keys
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| Drop jewels so these falcons like the Maltese
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| Birds in the trunk so these keys, now they homin'
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| Letters and numbers on the Coupe like it’s Roman
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| Woo, all black like the omen
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| Kim said it, yup, BIG wrote it
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| So I’m feeling like a Greek God when I quote it
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| Lightyears ahead, but I was caught up in the moment
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| Moment of clarity, moment of silence
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| Burner on my waist, yet I’m saying stop the violence
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| Sitting on that white horse, look at prince valiant
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| Dad shakes his head cause the worst waste his talents
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| I philosophize for them Pitchfork scholars
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| Devil on my shoulder and the pitchfork follows
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| Poking at my problems, I know how to solve 'em
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| With a ski mask, automatic or revolver
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| A slave is one whose power and authority is ruled over by another and whose
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| sphere of freedom is limited according to the wishes of a master.
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| Your power and authority is ruled over by another and your sphere of freedom
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| of activity is governed by the wishes of somebody else
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| Them niggas wanna see me runnin', they know I won’t
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| They say misery loves company, no, I don’t
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| Ain’t got no time for you to try on no Manolo Blahniks
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| All I got time to do is go back in time
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| And pose with the Unabomber
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| Just so I can go back in time a second time to photobomb it
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| I live by a code of demonic, Illuminati, Obama, Hovanomics
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| Hold up, hurdles in life, I hop in a Turbo and roll around 'em
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| I’m Doug E. Fresh in the flesh, I beat box
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| I boo-boo-du-du between the sheets to seek the G-Spot
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| I’m in bed with three naked ladies holding hands
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| I’m in bed with three major labels
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| And I ain’t talkin' 'bout wearing clothing brands
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| Underground locomotive man
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| Putting on a global show that no promoter can
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| I philosophize with wise words from learned lessons
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| In my world mistakes turns to blessings
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| The hate turned to destiny
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| I’m saying «Lord Jesus» while the Lord’s most gorgeous creatures take turns
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| blessing me
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| I got your baby momma down on all fours
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| When drama comin', I’m all for it
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| If it ain’t about the money please let this be your last question
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| You players can jump if you want
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| But you half-stepping like Paul George
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| I make the yay invisible in like a day or two
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| That’s how the players do, my nigga, there’s layers to it
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| First in science, first in technology, wealthiest country on Earth,
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| most powerful country on Earth is twenty sixth in education. |
| So you have all
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| been taken and you don’t even realize that you have been dumbed to the point
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| where you are like sheep
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| Paranoid of poverty, hustle was the philosophy
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| I seen a kilo, I swear it became a part of me
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| Lie, cheat and steal, I had it mastered by my teens
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| Started hands on, a nigga still pulling strings
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| Hotel suites, straight selling nigga’s dreams
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| Motel 6 as I let the beeper ring
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| Was a water boy, but balling always in my genes
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| Season ticket holder, nigga sitting with the team
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| Feds on the roof of the spreads in the juice
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| So suspicious of the cars, tuitions for the schools
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| Labeled a mastermind, I positioned every move
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| Shots fired, now the deposition from the crew
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| Smooth operation, but the money came in knots
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| Forty million there, I dare you tell me what I’m not
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| I own fifty homes and wanna get fifty more
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| Counting this fast money and fucking my bitches slow
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| Rozay |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Layers, artist - Royce 5'9. Album song Trust The Shooter, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп