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(feat. Ghost) |
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[Verse 1:] |
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My da told me I used be a happy boy |
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Back in a days playin' with my crappy toys |
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Kwowin' nothin' bout wars, would laugh with joy |
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Till I turned up the volume on that rappin' noise |
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Became an angry teen, readin' from the magazines |
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Feedin'me all the murder and the agony |
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Always in the trouble, cops runnin after me |
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But they're way too lazy, only thing that's catchin' me was ... |
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[Chorus:] |
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My girl, my girl |
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It's me and my girl against the world |
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My girl against the world |
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It's me and my girl... |
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[Verse 2:] |
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.. form the forward path I'm on |
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My music is for people that's runnin' a marathon |
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Literally or as a figure of speech |
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Whether within or if you runnin' the streets |
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DVSG's on a nighttrain from Moscow to St. Petersburg |
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Scheming and plotting to take home what we deserve |
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You got the city on lock, well I perform to free the world |
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And I know that I got it, as long as it's me and my girl ... |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3:] |
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Wake up in the bed with my girl beside me |
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I don't give a **** if the world's collidin' |
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With a meteorite, I'll still be allright |
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Shinin' bright in the state that I'm in |
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The beautiful state of awareness |
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Not tryin' to be no careless parents |
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We'll get them kids, and raise them kids |
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As true revolutionaries ... |
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[Chorus:] |
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[Verse 4:] |
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We on some Bonnie and Clyde shit, B.I.G ready to die shit |
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Weather is stormin' , better perform get kids oranizing |
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Always down to be ridin' though we whitout a liscense |
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We are buildin' an army, babies are born and people are risin' |
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It'll start with a man and a woman to stop the famine and bombin' |
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I see the klan and atomic wars, yo the planet is coming |
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To an end. No need to pretend, the secret is when |
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But we ready, we right here yo sing it again! |
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[Verse 1] |
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[Chorus] |
