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[ChorusX2] - [Female Voice]
Haters see me,
On my way to the top.
You buying the bar,
I'm buying everything,
In stock.
Better stop buttering me up,
With cheap thrills.(These Cheap Thrills)
Stop your lying,(Yeah,yeah,yeah)
Can't get with me.
You know I keep it too real.
(You it's too real)
For the money, cars,
And fame, bet you'll be take,
The blue pill.(Blue pill)
Rose are Red,(Red)
Whenever We'd kill.(Whenever we'd kill)
Sounds of guns,
From green Barretts,
Whenever we're killed.(Whenever we'd kill)
21 gun salute,(salute)
Stop! Hands up,
Don't shoot.(My hands up)
Don't shoot.
Coffin's,
Black stars and stripes,
Stop your lying,
You know I kept it too real,
Black Stars and stripes,
You know we keep it too real.
Roses are red,
Whenever We'd kill.(Whenever We'd Kill)
Verse-1
[Deep Male Voice]
In this life I've earned many Rings.
Shook hands with many Kings.
All-promising-The-Midas-Touch.
Looking like a bunch,
Of what the fucks!
Shorty left me,
She said you broke, My heart Hun.
Slugs in this shotgun,
You'll be out breath,
Bet you can't run.
(No bucks!)
Slugs in this shotgun,
You'll be out of breath,
You can't run away.(No,no, no, way)
Black stars and strips,
Stop your lying,
You know I kept it too real,
Stop your lying,
You know we keep it too real.
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[ChorusX2] - [Female Voice]
Haters see me,
on my way to the top.
You buying the bar,
I'm buying,
Everything in stock.
Better stop buttering me up,
With cheap thrills.(These Cheap Thrills)
Stop your lying,(Yeah,yeah,yeah)
Can't get with me.
You know I keep it too real.
(You it's too real)
For the money, cars, and fame,
trying to figure out which path to take,
Guess you'll be taking,
The blue pill.(Blue pill)
Rose are Red,(Red)
Whenever We'd kill.
Sounds of guns,
From green Barretts,
Whenever we're killed.(Whenever we'd kill)
21 gun salute,(salute)
Stop! Hands up,
Don't shoot.(My hands up)
Don't shoot.
Coffin's,
Black stars and stripes,
Stop your lying,
You know I kept it too real,
Black Stars and stripes,
You know we keep it too real.
Roses are red,
Whenever We'd kill.
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Verse-2
[Deep Male Voice]
People dying over nothing.
With illusions of money-cars-and fame.
The fight for popularity,
Have us twelve years a slave.
Civil unrest due,
To protesting-marching with tears in my eyes.
[Female Voice]
Blood splatter, drip drop,
Sirens ring from every direction.
Blood splatter, drip, drop,
Sirens ring from every direction!
As I say my goodbye's,(goodbye's)
On the ground they lie.
Hunger, ideals,(we go hungry)
For the Voices,
That go unheard.
From individual unions,
and crime syndicate's
That used to march collectively,
Call on Separatists,
disguised as loved ones.
That constrict,
My thoughts in shackles.
Flooded with emotions,(man)
Feels like I'm sinking in tar.
Stuck in the bayou.(Oh! No!)
As I wake,
The fight still rages on.
Even though,
It was just a dream,
It's Seamless yet
Lucid, vivid, fluid,
yet feels all too real.
(Glad it was all a dream) Whisper
(Glad it was all a dream)
NewYorkDiablo
