| I’d worked in this city for years
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| Thought that I had persevered
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| Snapped once and they labeled me a murderer
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| I should have woke you up this morning
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| Just to tell you that I love you
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| But I didn’t really feel like disturbing ya'
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| I saw the city go from golden to Gotham
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| Wholesome to rotten, rock bottom, south beach to Serbia
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| Now they’ll convict me with murder, ha?
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| Carry up my so-called peers
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| I can’t believe the fucking nerve of ya'
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| I’ve seen the gas price go ozone
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| Fast life in slow loans
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| Burnin' down my lavish old folks home
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| Now I’m choking on the bone that they’ve thrown
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| Cause I can’t chew the fat full of hormones and war songs
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| I should’ve let loose from time to time
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| Deep breathes and low tones
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| To beat the stress embedded in my soul strong
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| Instead I cracked up in cold stone
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| Jail bars with no dope
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| Praying to a god I’m sure I don’t know
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| If the phone don’t ring and the line goes cold
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| I really need you to know, you got to let it go!
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| Just let it go! |
| (go)
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| They can lock me up 'til my faith grows old
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| But they’ll never take away my soul
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| Unless I let it go, I won’t let it go! |
| (Oh)
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| Been on the road for seven whole months
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| Haven’t been back home once
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| But I came really close to doing it
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| Half a year when I’ve been running
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| Hiding out from cops
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| And nothing is like living your life as a fugitive
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| Kept to myself, no human contact, I knew
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| Ever since the day that I knew I had to fly coop
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| I stuck to the plan like a million dollar man
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| With a million dollar scam
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| In my cold infringed hands, so
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| Whittle away, whittle away, whittle away now
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| Miles away from the sick and twisted playground
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| I broke free and ran at speed that could break down
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| The gate through 88 towns
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| Always a second lay clowns
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| I think about that time that has passed and realize that I was gassed
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| But couldn’t see it until my life was being laid down
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| The sunsets are lookin' strange
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| How am I still getting changed
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| Even when it’s more tension that I pay now
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| Been on the run about a year and I think I truly fear
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| That somebody’s always out to try and round me up
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| Across the block from a station full of cops
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| And somehow I know, my apology ain’t gon' count for much
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| I ran the motherfuckers round
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| Twenty states, every town
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| And I bet they can’t wait to beat me down in cuffs
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| I’m calling you, so no matter what I do
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| You’ll know I turned myself in
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| Willingly to serve a thousand months
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| I know I murdered a man
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| And in the after-life I’ll burn in eternal revenge
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| There ain’t a thing them pigs can do to make me feel worse than you
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| What I’m saying is, I know violated all you knew and
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| If only I could go back, call myself to know that
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| Life can be a cold cat
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| But nothing worth murdering a man, not even nearly
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| Now I say goodbye for ever, tell my son I love him dearly and |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fugitive, artist - Wrekonize. Album song A Soiree for Skeptics, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп