| Rree-bah-bah
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| Zee-bumba, dook-dook
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| Rita-ze, yeah
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| And I’ve been turnt up (Yeah)
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| For several days now
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| Home of the brave, I’m just chilling in the A-town
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| Tryna find my way out to a better place
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| I know if I stayed down the come-up will be great
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| But it’s getting hard to breathe
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| I’m suffocating from the chase
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| As I’m looking at reflections
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| Tryna recognize my face
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| Running after dreams, telling God set the pace
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| Sometimes he puts up hurdles just to test me on my faith
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| I’m ready to be great, I do this for my sister
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| You’re growing up to fast
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| Take it slow before I miss ya
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| Middle name: Hope, first name: God’s grace
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| You’re here for a reason, don’t let anybody trick ya
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| If only you knew, knew (Knew)
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| What mom went through, through (Through)
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| Just to hear you cry the first time
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| To let her know that you’re alive
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| You realized why I do what I do, do (Do)
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| Tell me that «It's all gonna be alright»
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| Even if you’re wrong it’ll feel so right
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| 'Cause I know, I know that I need it now
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| So tell me «It'll be alright»
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| Tell me that «It's all gonna be alright»
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| Even if you’re wrong it’ll feel so right
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| 'Cause I know, I know that I need it now
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| So tell me «It'll be alright»
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| Yeah, and I was ten years old
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| Shady was my right hand, 50 was my left
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| Dr. Dre was my hype man
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| The living room was the venue
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| Mantle piece for a stage, that’s what I was into
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| With my hat back, tryna be like MJ
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| Ten year flashbacks are feeling like ten days
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| I would let the pen graze the paper, that was routine
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| Decked out in Jordan writing 'bout some bluejeans
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| That I didn’t have but damn it they was sagging
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| I said I was from Queens just to believe that I was rapping
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| Wonder if my parents thought «How'd the hell this happen?»
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| «How's my white kid got a black mans passion?»
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| But round of applause for the King and Queen
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| Yeah, they’d never mind when I would sing and scream
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| Always let me pick my dream not matter how unlikely
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| So when I start to doubt these flashbacks remind me
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| Yeah
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| Tell me that «It's all gonna be alright»
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| Even if you’re wrong it’ll feel so right
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| 'Cause I know, I know that I need it now
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| So tell me «It'll be alright»
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| Tell me that «It's all gonna be alright»
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| Even if you’re wrong it’ll feel so right
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| 'Cause I know, I know that I need it now
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| So tell me «It'll be alright»
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| Yeah, everything is intentional
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| No accidents, everything on purpose
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flashbacks , by - Russ. Song from the album 5280, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп