| Right now we’d like to continue with
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| A composition by yours truly
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| Another day, another dollar gone
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| Another prayer gone
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| Another scar to place this wish upon
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| I sit and listen long as I sift through songs
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| To place my burden on
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| Hope one day the world will relate to Stalley on
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| A gift from (?)
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| A city where young tigers put their stripes on
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| Hustling from sun up until the light is gone
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| Nothing weak about them, everyone is crazy strong
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| Look at me, nothing about me made wrong
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| They said I left him alone
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| I don’t come home much
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| I stay shouting BK, its like I lost touch
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| All I do is brag and boast
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| When all I’m trying to do is make it better for those with no hopes
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| Who see good athletes turn into dopes
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| I’m out here up against the ropes for my little city
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| So when you see me swinging in my blades
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| Know every single one of y’all is with me
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| So tip your plastic cups and light your haze
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| Its for my niggas on opies
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| Imma make sure (?) town seen better days
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| And when it gets old, it gets old
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| And when it gets cold, it gets cold
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| I’m looking for those sunrays
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| And better days, better days, better days
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| Its sunny outside
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| And when it gets old, it gets old
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| And when it gets cold, it gets cold
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| I’m looking for those sunrays
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| And better days, better days, better days
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| Its sunny outside
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| We cry
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| Then laugh at struggle
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| Then get up
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| Go hard
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| Then scrape up knuckles
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| We define hustle as crack rock
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| In the black box
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| And building with the mind muscle
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| Street relics
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| We black, whatchu trying to tell us
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| Since slavery the mind has been rebellious
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| Could never nail us
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| Try and cross us
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| Get tossed and held dust
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| They said hell’s for us
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| We could never see heaven
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| Everyday I look up
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| Shorties getting battered and cuffed up
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| So maybe its out of reach
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| Or maybe its just us we yelling
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| As they try and judge us
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| Brainwash our thinking
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| Cause niggas ain’t really been free
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| Thanks anyway Lincoln
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| Tweny-eight presidents later a change gon' come
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| At least I hope that’s what he’s really thinking
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| And when it gets old, it gets old
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| And when it gets cold, it gets cold
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| I’m looking for those sunrays
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| And better days, better days, better days
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| Its sunny outside
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| And when it gets old, it gets old
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| And when it gets cold, it gets cold
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| I’m looking for those sunrays
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| And better days, better days, better days
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| Its sunny outside |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sunrays , by - Jade. Song from the album The Autobiography, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп