And I go home by courtyards,
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Where with the boys are light deer.
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There is no moral here, the moral is this:
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There's no moral here, boy.
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And I go home by courtyards,
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Where the son is babysitting his drunken mother.
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The ground is under our feet, and above us
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The sky asks the clouds for a blanket.
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And he gets it, it doesn't make it any easier
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It won’t get through the head here - they will drive it into the liver.
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Listen, be careful baby
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Here you can’t drink away experience, but you’re storching, yay.
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To meet a rapper on a show off,
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What is a true? |
I rub in my pants.
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Listen, we solve these issues on a grand scale
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Rapper driving? |
So the rapper is expelled nah * d.
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Raise your eyes, guy
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It's Sunshine, ah, it's blue sky.
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Guy, and then you're blind
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But this is not that snotty teary rap.
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Raise your eyes, guy
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It's Sunshine, ah, it's blue sky.
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Guy, and then you're blind
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But this is not that snotty teary rap.
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Yo, bits like pit bulls, like bullets
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My flow is cooler than that of Taras Bulba.
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A fuck, unknown, but scandalous
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After all, we write rap with codes.
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And I'm going deeper as the years go by
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The ground is under our feet, and above us
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Sunshine, blue sky
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It will always be at the top, let it be.
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There will be even more calluses from the T-shirt,
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More burns on the lips, no pity.
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Yo, that's how it goes
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Even calm as ice will melt and break.
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Say hello to mom from us,
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Vanya, when will the ground be above us.
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Understood? |
When there is ground above us,
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Understood? |
When there is soil, yo.
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Raise your eyes, guy
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It's Sunshine, ah, it's blue sky.
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Guy, and then you're blind
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But this is not that snotty teary rap.
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Raise your eyes, guy
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It's Sunshine, ah, it's blue sky.
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Guy, and then you're blind
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But this is not that snotty teary rap. |