| Maybe I’ll never reach to that mountaintop
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| Maybe I’ll, maybe I’ll never reach to the mountaintop
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| But I’ll be damned if I don’t try
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| Dreams of the apex, the panorama I’m talking
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| Schemes from the paychecks, empty Montana my pockets
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| I had that big Nissan van
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| Envy at the baller’s money taller than Joel Embiid
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| But I can’t do shit with that, no
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| Jealousy never swole no fella salary bro
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| So I’m just inspired by seeing higher highs
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| I’ve seen lower lows
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| Not quite low as Lamar Odom go
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| But I’ve engaged in conversation with the dirt by the earth of the totem pole
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| The worst is over though
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| The demons in my mind I will overthrow
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| I know the world cold as North Dakota go
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| My streams big enough to row the boat
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| Till my chauffeur park the Lincoln like Mike Shinoda
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| Till I pop like soda in Minnesota
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| Till the minuses vanish
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| Till my height is risen
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| Till people flockin' like Tyson’s pigeons
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| I’ll stop when I die or when I reach the mountaintop
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| Maybe I’ll never reach to that mountaintop
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| Maybe I’ll, maybe I’ll never reach to the mountaintop
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| But I’ll be damned if I don’t try
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| This a power ballad for sour Alex
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| Who glower from the town up at the tower palace, I feel you
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| This is for the peasantries with no pleasantries
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| Hope the future includes us in yachts upon the seven seas, let’s ride
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| Let’s climb fences up a craggy ledge
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| We’re climbing up a jagged edge to get to where the party at
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| Go grab your hardy hat
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| Bro, increase your cardiac
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| Till you collapse upon a crevasse with a heart attack
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| We were born into the game where the rules are not the rules
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| They’re trick instructions meant to keep the peasants from the jewels
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| The odds are stacked against the players like (lots of money)
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| Wouldn’t that piss you off?
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| Wouldn’t that make you wanna ascend to a distant fog
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| And kidnap the dog of the dicks who rigged this shit
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| And all their kids and all?
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| Sorry, I get carried away like, bodies
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| Cause making it from a trailer to wearing suits that are tailored is my only
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| hobby
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| Besides watching the Celtics
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| I’ll drop or I’ll make it to the mountaintop
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| Maybe I’ll never reach to that mountaintop
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| Maybe I’ll, maybe I’ll never reach to the mountaintop
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| But I’ll be damned if I don’t try |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mountaintop , by - Spose. Song from the album We All Got Lost, in the genre Альтернатива