| Good-good-good evening to the commune
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| No need to stand, I promise y’all that I’ll be gone soon
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| See I’m speakin' for the working folks
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| The cats who stay awake 'til dawn
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| Just tryin' to land upon the perfect note
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| The ones, who for the life of us an’t seem to keep it in
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| Or speak to a God, who isn’t there to speak to them
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| They may not show it, but I’m sure that it’s beneath the skin
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| Yeah that’s the human being
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| We know it’s fucked, but we pretend
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| I try to dream again, but I can’t even sleep
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| And when I finally close my eyes
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| It’s like a demon feeds my need to win
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| And so it keeps on, the saga, if you view my drift
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| The food is few, but we still overpopulate this moody bitch
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| Wait a minute 'til the seasons change
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| The scorching hot, the freezing rain
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| Everybody wanna flee the pain
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| But all can’t end up leaving sane
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| So play games or maintain for the accolade
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| Either way, get away cause it’s sad to say
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| Round here there’ll be no man to save
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| Do what I do with one foot in the grave
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| Smile up on my face like everything’s okay
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| Everytime I leave I wonder if I should stay
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| Ay-ay, not today
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| Do what I do with one foot in the grave
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| Smile up on my face like everything’s okay
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| Everytime I go I wonder if I should stay
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| Not today, one foot in the grave
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| HEY! |
| By the time you hear this I’ll
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| Be long gone with a smile
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| So fuck you and your style
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| Get in these kicks and walk these miles
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| Don’t hit no wall, life is a constant squall
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| Nuclear firearms, everytime I’m in those arms blast
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| When I raise my glass, toast my future, present, past
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| Inside I hope it last, at least 'til this hangover pass
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| Bombs over Baghdad, between have nots and must haves
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| Me on both sides, I keep tabs, in case it’s over soon
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| Tick-tock, goes the box
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| Watch 'em go nuts and attempts to make it stop
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| But they can’t, never learned to pick no locks
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| Watch, right from the sides, as they all suicide
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| As they all drink the Kool-Aid I observe and then drink mine
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| Do what I do with one foot in the grave
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| Smile up on my face like everything’s okay
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| Everytime I go I wonder if I should stay (Sta-a-a-a-ay)
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| Not today, one foot in the grave |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song One Foot in the Grave , by - Wrekonize. Song from the album A Soiree for Skeptics, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп