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| Got one thing right
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| Sipping little juice up on a Monday night
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| I was gonna write something for radio to play
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| But fuck it, all I had to say was love me because I’m real
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| Yeah, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me
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| Just love me because I’m real
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| Yeah, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me, love me
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| Just love me because I’m real
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| O’Ten I had a thought
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| What if I say this shit that they don’t ever talk
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| What if I move in a way that they never move
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| That could open up a door to something they can never knock
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| My man said don’t walk when they tell you march
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| Cause if you do, then they’ll never tell you apart
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| And plus, you don’t move like them anyway, do your thing, boy
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| , yea go ahead and sang
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| Boy, and let them fucking haters playing, boy
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| Cause you know the static just gonna generate a prank, boy
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| Teleprompters in the black booth, got these uptight dudes tryna act loose
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| Rat poison in the bird feeder, look appealing to a third wheeler
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| And you can follow but following only get you as far as the last follower
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| followed behind a leader
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| That’s why I don’t change on a meter, just stand a bit longer and make sure I
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| don’t get towed
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| Cause if you came here to dance you gotta stay on your toes
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| Tomorrow’s always been something that today will never know
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| So when they say that I’ll blow I never say that I know
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| I just keep that shit a secret like
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| I don’t wanna tell 'em if they don’t believe me
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| And I’ve been an open book when I was there, hard to win it
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| No, no, no
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| Love me because I never fucking fronted
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| I’m sorry for cursing
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| But I feel strong as a person that wished too many recursions
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| Niggas still soul searching on a secular device
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| Niggas still saying yolo, carved in air, will live twice
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| This is far from a disk, keep your rumors to yourself
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| Drake wrote the book, Kardinal built the shelf
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| Socrates built the library, then he built the school
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| People in Toronto are nervous about tools
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| Cause the police are killing us dead with no apology
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| The future is yours, shine bright, no astrology
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| We slaves to technology
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| I’m Kunta Kinte discovering Deuteronomy
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| Heart’s too big for your limited cardiology
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| What would you rather? |
| A hundred dollars or honesty?
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| How many times I gotta sell you, nigga, honestly
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| Questioning my name you get killed for curiosity
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| Repping out north body to mind constantly
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| Competition is commonly seen as comedy
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| I wanna be better but I’m far from wannabe child prodigy
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| Too ill for modesty, dancing in the street with 2Pac choreography
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| Spitting on a camera or read in a Bible audibly
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| Richie, pass that Henney, let’s toast to the real
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| I’m kind of a big deal on my coast
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| Hook:
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| Can you give me something to believe in?
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| One thing, anything
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| Can you give me something to believe in?
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| One thing, anything
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| If our eyes are open they can’t tell us what we can’t see
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| And if we stop for motion
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| They can’t tell us what we can be
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| I’m singing oh, oh, oh
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| Can’t blame it on the alcohol
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| Like oh, oh, oh
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| Can’t blame it on the alcohol
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| Type iguana piper, got that flame without a lighter
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| Waking up tomorrow night is bumping the fucking Foo Fighters
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| I’ll probably face an indictment, killing everything I’m writing
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| My old shit wasn’t like it, but my new shit got him typing
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| Wow You are c oo l, fuck running a train, I’ll fucking derail
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| How the fuck he write the songs with so much fucking detail
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| I just on my retail, all I do is be real, hold up
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Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Monday Night , by - SonReal. Song from the album One Long Day, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп