| Who am I living for?
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| Is this my limit?
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| Can I endure some more?
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| Chances are giving
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| Questions existing
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| Hey sweetheart, wassup boo
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| Whatchu up to?
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| More club moves?
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| I call her, no answer
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| Her phone in the bag, she dancing
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| It’s four now, the clubs over
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| I call her, but oh hold up
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| Ya’ll know what? |
| ignore button
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| Or the phone die, that’s?
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| That damier bag I bought her
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| Caught the attention of those niggas on it
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| That cellphone that I bought
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| Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers
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| So it leaved me to wonder
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| Why do I still promise to love her?
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| Cut me off every time I’m talking
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| Which means she ain’t never hear nothing
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| I say «stay», she wanna leave
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| She up on her car so I gotta be
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| I’m a let her be by herself in peace
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| But five years from now I bet she see
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| When the club gets played
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| The things you crave are no longer escapes
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| And no longing for dates
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| You want a husband, but no one has a cape
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| Now you wondering «wait»
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| And I ain’t trying to hear what you wanting to say
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| It feels good to be over you, babe
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| So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate
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| So play this shit while you contemplate
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| So play this shit while you contemplate
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| Who am I living for?
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| Is this my limit?
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| Can I endure some more?
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| Chances are giving
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| Questions existing
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| Who am I living for?
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| Is this my limit?
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| Can I endure some more?
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| Chances are giving
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| Questions existing
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| Them people, they talking
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| Them lights, they on me
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| This life I chose
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| But I ain’t know, til I found it
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| To be honest, I’m modest
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| One hater for every nigga on it
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| One day everybody is applauding
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| The next day you is everybody target
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| Why bother? |
| why talk to em?
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| Where God at? |
| I need to call Him
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| My knees on the ground, Dear Father
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| Don’t let me break, please make me stronger
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| How much longer, will it linger?
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| Well my heart is giving will they believe it
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| When my song is over will they need me?
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| Watch how quickly they find a new leader
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| Questioning the whole meaning
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| In the viper room with just me and river phoenix
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| With courtney love and late washington
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| With a note there and I’m thinking of reading
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| This ain’t her, chris benoit
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| Heath ledger said the nights gonna be dark
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| Feel the size of a fellas…?
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| Apollo theater I might just not go
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| Franky lymon the lime light gets old
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| Cold so in a while I’m schitzo
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| I can’t cope, I can’t think
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| I can’t breathe, this ain’t me
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| This ain’t easy, I’m thinking
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| Am I doing this for them or me?
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| I can’t think, am I doing this for them or me?
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| Who am I living for?
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| Is this my limit?
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| Can I endure some more?
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| Chances are giving
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| Questions existing
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| Who am I living for?
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| Is this my limit?
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| Can I endure some more?
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| Chances are giving
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| Questions existing |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Contemplate , by - Wale. Song from the album Live from the Dmv, Vol. 2, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп