| I’m going through a break-up again
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| I see a dozen women and I break up with ten
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| I put 'em back together then I break 'em again
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| That’s a match made in heaven or the thin line between
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| Love and hate that we cross 'till it makes us repent
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| I’m tryna let you know that this plays on my head
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| So you don’t have to wait till I’m dead
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| 'Cause patience ain’t one of your strengths
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| I waited a lifetime just to end up in the limelight
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| I write rhymes so they won’t consider me an Einstein
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| While they was nominated for a Grammy for the ninth time
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| I was shedding tears with my family in the nite nite
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| Night time’s over, I see man acting like Scarface
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| But they won’t survive like Sosa
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| The night I woke up was when that black car rolled up
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| I was like nine years old, blud
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| Shopping for my mother, went to buy a tin of corned beef
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| Car lights flashing, is this when me and the Lord meet?
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| Tints rolled down, he shook his head when he saw me
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| I guess it wasn’t for me
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| I’ve skipped death more than you’ve skipped breath
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| In your gym sesh, cardio won’t make the kid wretch
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| I’ve seen the prince cry when the king left
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| Is the Queen gonna check mates or keep him in check?
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| Now I’ve seen a gunner ball rolling like him with Cech
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| Screaming «suck your mudda», incest
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| It makes you wonder where the kid went
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| When gunshot lick all our in friend
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| But fear won’t allow you to be yourself
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| I’m Cool J in a Kangol, yeah, I did it well
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| Don’t wanna see us bond, guess they’d rather I Stringer Bell
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| So that’s why I punch above my weight till I beat Adele
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| I am Shakespeare with great hair
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| I’ll probably be the next Wayne Hector in eight years
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| Tinchy had to break a few records to break here
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| Drake really had to take the pressure to Take Care
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| Take care of you, take care of me, take care of us
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| Take care of Mum, take care of everyone (take care of everyone)
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| You see how fast the hate turns to love
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| When everybody has to rate what you’ve done
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| Man will throw shade on the slums
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| But I rate what it made me become
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| See, I could have been wasted and dumped
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| Stuck with about an eighth in my lungs
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| Yeah, I pray the fuckboys keep their distance
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| I’m listening to Beres, putting up a resistance
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| You can keep your merits, man, I come for distinctions
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| I’m from the type of home where my brother’s my sister
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| But that don’t make a difference cuh I love her to bits and
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| We’re just some have-nots tryna master the system
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| I had a Mega Drive when I was running the infants
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| Young Fire, Old Flame, you’ll get bun in the distance
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| Wait for me
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| Mummy, won’t you pray for me?
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| Heavy like I’m carrying a slave on me
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| But I’m just carrying the game on me
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| It’s just a game
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| They say it’s just a game, they say it’s just a game
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| Well, if this is just a game
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| Why we dying just to play?
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| It’s just a game
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| They said it’s just a game, they say it’s just a game
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| Well, if this is just a game
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| Why we dying just to play?
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| And for you, this might be another eight
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| But for me, this is just another day
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| Just another race, in a race with the racists
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| Tryna make it off the slave ship
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| Can I get a break? |
| 'Cause I don’t want another chase
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| 'Cause I’m tired and there’s no one to relate
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| Nor can nobody relate
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| My grandmother was a great
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| I had to put her in a grave, now my shoulder still aches
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| I had to carry her away
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| I’m still carrying the pain
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| Fuck marrying the fame
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| This is for my family to gain
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| And the young me’s carrying my name
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| Pray for me, yeah
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| Pray for me, yeah
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| Pray for me, yeah |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Antwi, artist - Wretch 32. Album song Growing Over Life, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп