| You just stay seeing what I’m seeing
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| Don’t believe what I believe in
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| Comprehend
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| You couldn’t even
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| So I bid you all good evening
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| Just stay seeing what I’m seeing
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| Don’t believe what I believe in
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| Comprehend
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| You couldn’t even
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| So I bid you all good evening
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| Yo
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| I couldn’t give two shits
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| About who’s rich
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| I make music
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| To untie the noose with
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| Caught up in this
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| Where bruddas loose lipped shit
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| Like, «You should do this…»
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| They ain’t doing nothing but slip
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| Does the shoe fit?
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| I’m on my own tip
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| Like
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| The South London
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| Was too sick
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| This brudda’s violent
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| Grip your idea with a toothpick
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| Keep it real
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| But around here we only have what the truth is…
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| And what it is are like pages from sci-fi novels
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| That make predictions
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| Planet of the Apes living
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| or in a caged prison
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| Stars speak, it’s the swishing
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| Look close, you see the flame flickering
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| What the too long, you’ll see your name written
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| But me, I’d rather play the game, living
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| Stay wise
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| Maintain vision
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| Signing off, live from Great Britain
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| Yo live from Manchester, Stardawg connections
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| Peter
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| I’ll be at the jukebox restless
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| While I’m wrestling with my innermost questions
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| Crying out for answers
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| Looking for direction
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| Robert Johnson
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| Up on that crooked intersection
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| The Devil is right here
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| Hiding in plain sight
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| God played the lead
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| But tonight she got stage fright
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| Drinking in the green room
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| Look at what we’ve been through
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| You been tryna tell us, but we wouldn’t believe you
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| (We wouldn’t believe you)
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| Fuck the plutonomy
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| Label us precariat
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| Then die for the proletariat
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| It’s so precarious
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| Walking on a tightrope, grew up in a circus
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| Draw the short straw, now you gotta work the circuit
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| Tryna charm a serpent
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| Shoulda tamed a lion first
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| Fifth of November verse
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| Letting off these fireworks
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| Live from the balcony
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| Staring out at the sea view
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| Feeling like life thus far has been a preview
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| Replaying highlights
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| It’s all in the mix now
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| Was looking for a high while tryna hold it down
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| Feeling like I only waste time when I sit down
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| Life takes so many turns when it twists round
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| But how could I not?
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| How could I stop
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| When I Sun setting and I’m down to ride off? |
| (Ride off)
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| Night is on my mind
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| On a quest struggling to find the words
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| I’m juggling with fireworks
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| Born in a pool of blood, slumped inna pile a dirt
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| Every moment in between see us tryna work
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| Future looking retro
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| Sounding like an echo (Echo…)
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| Jumping in the van with the fam, we said:
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| Let’s go! |
| (Let's go)
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| Sounding like a mixtape intro
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| —to paradise
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| Memories flicker in the candlelight
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| You just stay seeing what I’m seeing
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| Don’t believe what I believe in
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| Comprehend
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| You couldn’t even
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| So I bid you all good evening
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| Just stay seeing what I’m seeing
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| Don’t believe what I believe in
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| Comprehend
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| You couldn’t even
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| So I bid you all good evening |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Good Evening , by - Verb T. Song from the album Good Evening, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп