| These days waking up is getting hard now
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| I knock the jack back
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| I pick up what I put down
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| Bad habits comin' round like they’re ancient
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| It’s no surprise that I’m gunna need a rain check
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| Not goin' out like I don’t make anymore plans
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| Sitting in my room, staring at the ceiling fan
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| Wait, who’s your mans?
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| Guess I forgot to ask that
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| You haunt my dreams, I can see you in my flashbacks
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| I fill my brain with whatever I can find
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| I’m self defeating
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| Always wasting all my time
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| Got a 9 to my head, but I swear I’m fine
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| I’m unattached from the little that I call mine
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| I’m unnatentive to these bitches like I go to class
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| Reach for the holster, load it up, and then I cock back
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| Up to my dome, running frantic like my last lap
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| Fill the spaces with distractions
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| Cause you know I’m bouta snap
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| Like the led on my pencil when I try and write
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| I smoke a blunt, then I’m sleepin' for the whole night
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| I didn’t answer cause I’m busy talkin' to the knife
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| Throwin' shade like we forgot about the sun light
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| Sometimes it’s hard to fight back
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| Wake up around noon
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| Stuck in bed while I smoke the sack
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| Black fingernails creeping down to your body
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| Always fucking up like it’s way more than a hobby
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| Fiendin' for some love, so I’ll take what I can get
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| Nothing’s ev-er enough, death would be the safest bet
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| Got ashes on my clothes cause everything about me’s gross
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| You said I always did the least but bitch I always do the most
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| People fade away like ghosts, I guess it’s for the better
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| Loving at what cost, feel closer with the reaper
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| When I see her it’s like all time stops
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| Cause I’m asleep, while the fucking rain drops
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| Smoking packs while I’m alone
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| I write these songs and hate myself
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| This alcohol straight to my dome
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| And I don’t pace myself
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| Fuck a chaser
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| All I chase are these illusions
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| Happiness, a fallacy
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| I’ve come to the conclusion
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| These days waking up is getting hard now
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| I knock the jack back
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| I pick up what I put down
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| Bad habits comin' round like they’re ancient
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| It’s no surprise that I’m gunna need a rain check
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| I fill my brain with whatever I can find
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| I’m self defeating
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| Always wasting all my time
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| Got a 9 to my head, but I swear I’m fine
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| I’m unattached from the little that I call mine |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song while the rain drops , by - Yesterday. Song from the album burden boy, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп