| Sweet like the sorrow, no tomorrow is for yesteryears
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| The boat inside the bottle
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| Bottle up your love like a bottle of moscato
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| Sipping on the couch, just panties and a blouse
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| Another night, all alone, nights home, entertained by reality shows
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| Shoot pain and reality shows
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| You fell in love with a dream chaser
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| Away from home, money maker
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| I make it up later, promise breaker
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| Nights at the Blakely
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| I vaguely, remember sleeping in at the win a couple women that I just met
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| Twelve missed calls, I know she upset
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| Set myself up as if I wouldn’t give a fuck, silly me
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| Meanwhile I’m just following this rap life
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| Acting like your life is on hold, heart sounds cold
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| Relationship a decease, another lie gets told
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| It ain’t nothing really, until you wake up in the middle of the night
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| Daybreak, I’m just walking in
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| Champagne infused, pretty lady sing the blues on your way to work
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| Hoping I can change like Jimmy did for Chrissy
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| A knight in shining armor, your eyes become misty
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| Forgive me, for everything I ain’t
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| But respect everything that I am, I only did it for the fam
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| For the vision, of course women have an intuition
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| Just bare with a nigga, her decision
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| You won’t regret counter tops, hardwood floors
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| Spirals on the steps, red bottoms in your
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| His and hers beamers, ironically you hate that I’m a dreamer
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| But love the lifestyle that we afford that came from it
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| I can’t forfeit the fortress or let it plummet
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| All I could do is keep it one hunnid'
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| One twenty, two forty, three sixty
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| And you can hold that against me, whatever’s clever |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sweet Sorrow , by - Willie the Kid. Song from the album The Living Daylights, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп