| While taking deep, slow breaths I try to grow wings
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| Decided to stay low, the halo was a smoke ring
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| Fell around my neck, I started choking
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| My soul got stuck looking for openings
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| I thought ghosts weren’t supposed to sing like cage birds
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| If you’re a free broken spirit let the pearly gates burn, baby, burn
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| The muted trumpets in my chest take turns
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| When I release to spit valves gag on Gabe’s germs
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| Some of this is fiction written all across it
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| But this bathroom lid and I’m too busy spitting in a faucet
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| Shitting blood thinking of the quickest drug to heal me
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| But I’m not lovesick, your sick idea of love would kill me
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| Time to pry open the truth
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| Apply pliers to my own broken tooth
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| DIY or die, no health care benefits
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| You could spare me the ‘'I know, I’ve been there'‘ sentiments
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| I sense a sentimental song coming along, run along
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| Before I ask you to dance and all you get is trampled on upon faces
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| Mainly my own though, I’ve lost patience
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| I’m painting over old photos, I’m new now
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| Fresh out the box all bloody
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| Somebody cut me loose, slap me, call me ugly
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| Say it how you see it, buddy, I’m a hurting hot mess
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| A constantly inconsistent work in progress
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| Fat girl in a prom dress, do more, talk less
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| They wanna assassinate your character content
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| When pressed like ab-workouts, super thin
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| The whitest looking Jew screaming '‘Jerusalem''
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| (Got my ID ready)
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| Who are they?
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| They are the identity thieves
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| (Got my ID ready)
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| Who are they?
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| They speak war and pretend that it’s peace
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| (Got my ID ready)
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| Who are they?
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| They are killers by association
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| (Got my ID ready)
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| Who are they?
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| They’ll hurt your credits with misappropriation
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| You can’t just get comfy and stand in one spot
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| Like a king of the mountain you’ve been planted on top
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| Surveying the land of your family plot
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| ‘Til it’s all been abandoned, you’re the man 'til you’re not
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| It happens like that when you rest on your laurels
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| Like a shot to your back, it’ll mess with your morals
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| It’s a matter of fact I’ve consulted with oracles
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| Precaution of a shaman who was dressed so informal
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| I’m a poor man with cash making points with no fingers
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| Bringing popular back 'till the smell of sex lingers
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| Hard bodies will stack more neatly and tidy
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| But I swallowed her visions, now she sees inside me
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| She-devil so chiesty, deceptive and sexy
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| Walk with me, I’ll give your legs epilepsy
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| My game is so shaky, if you love pain but hate me
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| That’s a paradox I’m unable to explain
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| Conspiracy exposed, it’s the way in which we fold the bill
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| Trying to overdose, instead you just choke on your pills
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| It’s overkill if you’re just going for thrills
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| Seek a mountain you can punch good, expose into molehills
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| I’ve done this yoddle ever since I was a child
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| I’ve got this other yoddle I ain’t done in a while
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| It goes pure Himalayan intelligence
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| Braving the elements from a man cave and haven’t shaved ever since
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| Never forget, you were the sperm that made it
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| Plus the unexpected pregnancy could have been terminated
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| So thanks to chance, and romance, and dancing
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| We’re headed to our own damn thing, prepare kid
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| Why you think I let you get away with doing radio-friendly versions of what I
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| do?
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| I wouldn’t chide you, out perform, out write, and out rhyme you
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| Outsmart, out heart, and out grind you
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| Out shine you with the torch that was given to me
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| Torches and I’ll pass it to bastards of the little league
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| If rap was a game you’d be M.V.P
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| Most Valued Puppet of this industry
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| Get your I. D, Independent? |
| Fuck you! |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song ID Thieves, artist - Sage Francis. Album song Copper Gone, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп