| Yeah, you right, you right
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| Just keep that
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| Haha, yeah
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| I’m caught up in a whirlwind
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| Wondering if this world ends
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| Will I be a dinner conversation up in heaven?
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| Biggie pass the cheese, Lennon pass the weed
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| Talk about this dude named Russ, he’s a legend
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| Don’t you wanna let him know? |
| He needs it right now
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| Feel like I’m lost at sea with no lighthouse
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| I’ve been in the wrong place
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| Chilling with the right crowd
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| Tryna make it back home before my life times out
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| Back to making beats, blowing weed, getting turnt up
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| City of Atlanta where the kush gets worshiped
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| Bet you I’ll be first up when they say it’s my time
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| 50−50 chance that I’ll have to use a lifeline
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| But the only friend that I’ve got is this white wine
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| So I guess dancing by myself across this fine line
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| In between a white lie and a big black hole
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| Looking at the world through the eyes of a tadpole
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| Live slow, you can die fast
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| Just pour up more cups, don’t ask
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| Sip slow, recline back
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| Pop another cork, let the storm blow past
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| Live slow, you can die fast
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| Just pour up more cups, don’t ask
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| Sip slow, recline back
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| Pop another cork, let the storm blow past
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| Yeah, and it’s warm night but I got a cold heart
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| Surrounded by angels with dirty faces like Humphrey Bogart
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| Gang of wolves like I’m Mozart
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| Coming Straight From Limbo
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| Would you like to see a postcard?
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| Let them psychical, everything is mental
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| Let them make sense like a Catholic in a temple
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| But I got drive, you just living off a rental
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| You’ll be stuck in Central while I’m intercontinental
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| Doing monumental shows but sometimes I get caught up
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| In this sense of urgency I seem to get my thoughts stuck
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| I call it burglary, to date is such a blur to me
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| I always rob the present 'cause I’m focused on the thought of
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| The future and how or when it’s gonna pop up
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| Where I’m gonna be and why’d it take so long to product
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| Or being too productive really fucked me 'cause it obstructs
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| Any kind of sanity until my mind is clock struck
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| Live slow, you can die fast
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| Just pour up more cups, don’t ask
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| Sip slow, recline back
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| Pop another cork, let the storm blow past
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| Live slow, you can die fast
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| Just pour up more cups, don’t ask
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| Sip slow, recline back
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| Pop another cork, let the storm blow past
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| Live slow, you can die fast
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| Just pour up more cups, don’t ask
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| Sip slow, recline back
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| Pop another cork, let the storm blow past
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| Yeah, hahaha
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| Straight From Limbo’s the mindset motherfuckers
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| I’m still in it
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| Please keep it
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| 35 minutes, call now motherfucker |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Live Slow or Die Fast , by - Russ. Song from the album 5280, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп