| Go, Grizz
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| Slow down, young nigga
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| If you speed through life, you gonna miss some of the signs
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| Course you can’t always trust what you see all the time
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| My nigga, even salt look like sugar
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| When I can’t figure it out, I just pray
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| I know that I will make it up out of it one day, huh
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| When you havin' paper, they treat you a certain way
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| Gotta watch these niggas, these niggas been movin' strange
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| Then I asked my daddy, he told me the same thang
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| And I asked my daddy, he told me the same thang
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| Poppin' all these goddamn pills, I hate pain
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| I wonder how the world would feel without rain
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| Kinda hard livin' without you, baby
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| Been hard livin' without you, baby (Oh)
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| Tell 'em how you feel about your babe (Oh-oh)
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| Tell 'em how you hate that you lost your baby
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| Ain’t no better off
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| Look, I always had a problem with sleepin' alone ('Lone)
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| Yeah, I can’t fall asleep without nothin' to rub on (On, what else?)
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| Look, I can’t go a day without her hittin' my phone
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| Nah, I can’t go that way, she’ll think I’m doin' wrong (Wrong)
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| Look, I spot out the fake, I see you movin' wrong (Wrong)
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| Huh, smilin' in my face, who would have ever known?
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| Huh, why these niggas break when you put pressure on?
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| I swear, when they can’t relate, then it’s a better song
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| When I can’t figure it out, I just pray
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| I know that I will make it up out of it one day, huh
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| When you havin' paper, they treat you a certain way
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| Gotta watch these niggas, these niggas be movin' strange
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| Then I asked my daddy, he told me the same thang
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| And I asked my daddy, he told me the same thang
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| Poppin' all these goddamn pills, I hate pain
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| I wonder how the world would feel without rain
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| Kinda hard livin' without you, baby
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| Gotta stop fuckin' with niggas that told me
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| It’s cool to have feelings but can’t never show it
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| And these bitches only here for the money, they showed me
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| I can’t let nobody play me or let no one own me, uh
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| Grandma said, fuck it, go back to the old me, yo
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| Simon said, «Bust down one of your Rollies»
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| Oh, and they always said
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| «If you don’t leave the streets, you probably end up dead»
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| Oh, remember hangin' whenever we was in the rec'
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| A long time ago, a lot of memories, can’t see it fadin' away
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| My nigga fadin' away, these bitches fadin' away
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| When I can’t figure it out, I just pray
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| I know that I will make it up out of it one day, huh
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| When you havin' paper, they treat you a certain way
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| Gotta watch these niggas, these niggas been movin' strange
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| Then I asked my daddy, he told me the same thang
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| And I asked my daddy, he told me the same thang
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| Poppin' all these goddamn pills, I hate pain
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| I wonder how the world would feel without rain
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| Kinda hard livin' without you, baby
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| Been hard livin' without you, baby (Oh)
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| Tell 'em how you feel about your babe (Oh-oh)
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| Tell 'em how you hate that you lost your baby
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| Ain’t no better off |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song America , by - YFN Lucci. Song from the album HIStory, Lost Pages, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп