| I’m going in on the beat fucc the mic checc,
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| This aint no workout but I gotta get shit off my chest,
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| A lot is on mind and now I can’t stand it,
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| I’m feeling really lost like the city of atlantis,
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| Its not how I planned it, its not what I pictured,
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| My life is such a blurr like its sippn on some liqour,
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| This music shit is not all what it seems,
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| Gotta get through the nightmares just to get to your dreams see,
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| love for the music, tell that to my parents,
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| Got they doubts like I’m in a fucced up marriage,
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| But this music is the only thing that gets me, cuz in the end this the
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| only thing that never left me,
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| Got no condom so I’m goin raw in this shit,
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| Learned to trust certain females, but not a bitch,
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| And all your friends are gonna say that they got your back,
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| But the real ones do it when its time to act,
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| N I aint knoccin on nobody, uh,
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| Just stop frontin like u called shotty uh,
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| And for all the doods that are braggin that they jumped me
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| Ask yourself how many did it take to touch me,
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| ill be the bigger person and set that shit to the side,
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| I’m a real man I do my thang despite mite pride,
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| I’m out here grinding doing what I love most,
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| Doing something with my life music heard from coast to coast,
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| Enough with the bullshit its time to get real, I’m bout to eat this
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| beat up, this a big meal,
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| I give the fans what they want cuz they want more,
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| I’ll show the ropes to these rappers, this a tugga a war,
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| I’m on that real shit, nothing like a game to me,
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| Rappers take this shit for granted that’s a shame to see,
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| And I’m a shamed of myself for what I did,
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| Lived to the fullest to the point where I didn’t,
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| One to many pills almost overdosed,
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| Lost in this world like I was a lonely ghost,
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| Relationships too, getz you all fucked up,
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| Got me thinking if I really knew what love was,
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| I know I fucked up, I’m here to admit,
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| But It takes two tango you selfish bitch,
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| Fuck it, see I gotta make this shit happen,
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| Hit em with a then a punchline casting,
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| beat in a casket, I’m cold where’s my jacket,
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| I’m killing on this beat and this is just practice,
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| Cant match it, run it on this track shit,
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| Sponge bob show I’m a star, patrick,
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| I got more to spill so ill keep the flow going,
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| This aint no celebration so there aint no show boatin,
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| New beginning, and the time heals all wounds,
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| But the scars are left to remind what I’ve gone through |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 15.5 Field Howitzer Firing, artist - Sound Ideas. Album song Cannons Sound Effects, in the genre Звуки природы и шум города