| Got up exactly in the age
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| Probably
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| The hunger had struck me
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| The push to stay alive is a part of me
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| When I wash I wash the pain
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| So over that my work’s in vain
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| No access to being out of life
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| Sometimes the force change
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| I respect
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| And I bleed, bleed even if there is no blood
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| My family washing out my tears
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| Their water thinner than blood
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| And I ain’t talk to them in years for them my shit my blood
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| And now they shot me in the street I thought that we were blood
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| It’s not enough
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| Walk my fingers to the born land uh
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| It’s not enough
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| This mic I’m spitting on, and my fridge is not enough
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| I’m an artist, this how long in the streets
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| Not enough
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| And when the world stop treating people like they think we ain’t enough
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| Sweet life under a rock my G
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| Flawless with no eyes, we’re watching God, I awoke my G
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| Honest, then I order the revolt that we sought my G
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| Honest, we listen to our hearts change but
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| But we been on it
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| Mama said
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| Use your head, girl you’re stuck up in the clouds
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| Well I think we fly high cause we stuck up in the clouds
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| We no longer in this world, cause we stuck up in the clouds
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| All we do is blow trees when you stuck up in the clouds
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| Damn, see that
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| Damn, Freedom
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| Damn, Damn, Freedom, Freedom
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| Damn, Damn, Freedom, you see that
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| Heart beat, free
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| Heart beat, free
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| Heart beat
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| Revolution, honestly you open til you dead
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| Then she kitchen for a fix and for her life crackhead
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| Then go ahead, and try to tell me we ain’t living in two different worlds my uh
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| It’s time for you to see
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| That this is democracy
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| If the rich are getting richer boy how poor we gona be
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| Oh how dumb we gona be
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| Freedom is the lullaby
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| Under you breath «for free my uh»
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| Sweet life under, I rep my G flawless
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| Ain’t no eye’s we’re watching my God I awoke my G honest
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| Then I order the revolt that we sought my G honest
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| Listen to our hearts and show you what they really wanted
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| Mama said
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| Use your head, girl you’re stuck up in the clouds
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| Well I think we fly high cause we stuck up in the clouds
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| We no longer in this world, cause we stuck up in the clouds
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| All we do is blow trees when you stuck up in the clouds
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| Damn, see that
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| Damn, Freedom
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| Damn, Damn, Freedom, Freedom
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| Damn, Damn, Freedom, you see that |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Blue Boss, artist - Sampa the Great. Album song triple j Live At The Wireless - Splendour In The Grass 2018, in the genre Альтернатива