(Hook)
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Broken dreams lost in the night
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Pieces falling, pick ‘em up again.
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If I don’t win I swear I’ll die trying, die trying.
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(Verse)
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The small turn shape real, check my motherfucker resume,
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When they was getting high I was trying to levitate
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Level to my catalogue and after all you better say
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I haven’t kept this funky from the junk, but it doesn’t stake.
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And I may not register with me or her,
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Who doesn’t think, who doesn’t think he hasn’t earned
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Inspiring history without a body burned
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Is not that I’m an alcholist, but I can turk.
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And no matter where it go, nothing in the something,
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And when it feels like hell I know that heaven’s closed.
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It ain’t enough for debates, so change the subject,
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Sometimes I feel more awake with my eyes closed.
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(Hook)
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Broken dreams lost in the night
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Pieces falling, pick ‘em up again.
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If I don’t win I swear I’ll die trying, die trying.
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(Verse)
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Everybody needs something, they see my show when it’s sold out
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Still rock it, so the money has to lone out
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Niggers bugging out, need an exterminator,
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I’ll be your body covered in chrome, a terminator
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I’ll change your haters concerns to be concerned with paper
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And who patrons like heavy sermons, hear the sermon later.
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Right now I read the comments out loud
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She came up on my taxes as I’m raising my eyebrows
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You might be jumping out the window while I’m out
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Coming at me simple with my style now
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Broken dreams led to fixed realities,
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I was trained like the santa fe, fatality.
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(Hook)
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Broken dreams lost in the night
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Pieces falling, pick ‘em up again.
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If I don’t win I swear I’ll die trying, die trying.
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(Verse)
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I’m lost dreaming, the walls screaming, CR demons
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Room spinning in hell scent, what y’all bringing?
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Precaucious paranoia keep me pop stand,
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And I ain’t lock a soul out, I got locked at.
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Brother out to make room for my current fame,
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Current game, free of tripping, me marley and this current dance
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Overseas women I see it but that’s a current change
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You still got a shot, still current wage.
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No bullshit, you’re a victim at a current rage
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Wonder when I blast the concept that I was insane.
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All that, feel me not, wasn’t sane
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Block full of candles, she what’s is next, tell me what’s his name
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Pocket full of problems, that’s irrelevant by every bent,
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Laying next to the skeletons and the evidence.
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Pocket full of problems, that’s irrelevant by every bent,
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Laying next to the skeletons and the evidence.
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(Hook)
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Broken dreams lost in the night
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Pieces falling, pick ‘em up again.
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If I don’t win I swear I’ll die trying, die trying.
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Broken Dreams
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| Tsu Surf |
