| This beat my right to passage
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| Cold glasses filed with liquor
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| Cigars packed in
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| Shorty laughing, we ain’t got in mind
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| Goofy, white wine
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| Got 'er loose, now she tryna do me
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| Cameras flashing, recorders, all to turn into a movie
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| She working for that leading role
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| I ain’t tryna leave this off
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| I get lost on lovers role, end up on Misery Bully
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| Pain can be the biggest bully
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| Rough you up with head knuckies
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| Always been that bad cookie
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| Never sweet and never soft
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| Heart to the f-in core
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| Seems like I’ve been here before
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| So before you get to chasin' tears, I’m a run in extinct from here
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| Don’t want that tape for eight to air cause that could last for years
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| Man I’ve done it myself, couldn’t forgive or forget
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| But I wanted to help, from the next lady
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| But the next lady was just as crazy as the previous lady
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| I was previously in Chevy, reminiscing on each and every
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| Woman that gave me a headache, gold turned into some dead weight
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| If you mirror headaches
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| See them right behind me, started feeling like a car chase
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| So I’m pushing the speedometer, pedal to the floor
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| Switch lanes, don’t wanna be here no more
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| I’m speeding down lover’s lane
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| Must have tripped a wrong turn
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| I wants to go the other way
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| The music on blast and I’m runnin' out of gas and I gotta find this out way yea
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| Strawberry lights and they fuckin' my sight, traffic jam on the interstate yea
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| Get around the world and I’m looking for my girl but I’m thinking that it’s too
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| late yea
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| All these lovers in my way
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| These lovers in my way
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| Traffic jam packed in this loud pack
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| Just finished so I’m looking, where’s my moud at?
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| Window slightly cracked like drizzle outside
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| Cupid arrows falling on my windshield
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| It’s hard for me to hide
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| Half hearts and pocket lips falling from the sky
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| I’m just hopin' it’s my high
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| Clear my eyes and focus
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| It’s getting late outside
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| Delivery on with pry, not a good mixture
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| On my dashboard is a picture of my lady
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| Damn, I sure miss 'er
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| Or maybe, I’m just lonely baby
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| I’m feeling slightly crazy
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| One minute I’m trying to find her
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| Next minute I want to run from her
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| Maybe all my time’s up
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| I’ve been sitting too long staring at my passenger’s seat
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| Trying to figure out why you gone
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| My personality too strong
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| Too caught up on lose wrong
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| Saying you can move on
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| When I really want you to hold on
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| That was just me being silly
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| I just really want you near me
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| I wish that you can hear me
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| Over all these loud engines
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| I love you and I’m done pretending
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| This road got me optimistic
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| Not to mention, I seen you follow me the time from a distance
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| I’m speeding down lover’s lane
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| Must have tripped a wrong turn
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| I wants to go the other way
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| The music on blast and I’m runnin' out of gas and I gotta find this out way yea
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| Strawberry lights and they fuckin' my sight, traffic jam on the interstate yea
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| Get around the world and I’m looking for my girl but I’m thinking that it’s too
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| late yea
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| All these lovers in my way
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| These lovers in my way |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lover's Lane, artist - Anthony FlammiaAlbum song Savage Journey To The American Dream, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп