| Come on man, let’s get it in
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| Shit, hold up
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| I feel live ain’t fair from all I’ve been through
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| They say time can heal wounds and that’s true
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| Now I’m dreaming, nights prayin' you come through
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| Knowing you up in heaven, where I’ma run to?
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| You be replaced, somethin' they can’t do
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| Niggas want this spot knowin' they ain’t you
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| We was a two man team but now it’s just me
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| God got him an angel, I got one too
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| I remember that night, that’s where it all changed
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| I hate I got that call, I should’ve been with you
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| But the fact I wasn’t, I still blame myself
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| Probably still be here, wish I could switch with you
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| Your little kids gettin' grown now
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| Nephews fly as hell, tryna roll now
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| I guess I can’t tell 'em shit, they on they own now
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| Lil motherfuckers always on the phone now
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| Junior junior a trip, he look just like you
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| Head first with drama, he fighting just like you
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| Pat and Corn the same, they rep just like you
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| Make me kick they ass, they thug just like you
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| Off the rip, they all gon' go for Trae
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| So many thoughts, I don’t know what to say
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| Just know I got 'em and ain’t no other way
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| I told you that at the graveyard the other day
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| Sometimes I hear your laugh when I’m home alone
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| Other people probably thinkin' that I’m tripped out
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| Gotta re-evaluate, crew fell apart
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| I forgot to tell you half them niggas dipped out
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| It ain’t the same without you
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| Now I’m doing me, reppin' the name without you
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| Only got a handful left that’s ridin'
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| Everybody else carried on without you, cold ain’t it?
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| Bunch of niggas turned fuck shit, bold ain’t it?
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| All this snake ass shit gettin' old, ain’t it?
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| I ain’t forgot when them people came and got Dog
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| Some of them niggas probably been the one who told, ain’t it?
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| In the ghetto where the dreams get sold ain’t it?
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| I don’t even want to fuck around
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| Got me hurtin' 'cause you ain’t around
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| Either way, 'til death know I’m still down
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| Jay Two gone too, make sure you keep him with you
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| Put him under your wing and show him what’s right
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| The way they told me he died, I swear it wasn’t right
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| It had us fucked up all day and all night
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| I feel like I’m losin' it, loyal to the death and niggas abusin' it
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| Ridin' blurry but somehow I keep cruisin' it
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| Life or death, I’m tryna keep me from choosin' it, gotta win
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| 'Til the end you my brother
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| Lot of other niggas been undercover
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| Done played positions tryna get out the gutter
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| For love of bread, they give a fuck about brother
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| You and I know I got business to handle
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| You told me finish and I know that I got to
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| When they see me ain’t no way they can’t spot you
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| Dedicated to them niggas who shot you, they time comin'
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| Word to my babies, I miss you nigga
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| Know it hurt when I look at your picture
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| Mama still in tears, can’t forget you
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| The preacher still demand I read through this scripture, amen
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| You know it’s like
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| Shit ain’t been the same since you been gone bro
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| Hurt or not, you know I gotta rip it mane
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| I still got the team on my back, it’s ABN for life
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| Don’t worry, you know your kids mine man
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| As well as I know mine yours
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| You know it’s family over everything
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| I miss you my nigga, love |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Can't Get Close, artist - Trae Tha Truth. Album song Tha Truth, Pt. 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп