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Racing through the flats, going Trinidad all the way To the hills. Never planned to go, Always key the code, I've been known for the Thrill. Letting out my soul, cannot get alone, They don't know how I feel. I've been on the go, always heading forth, I belong to the real. I belong to the real. I belong to the real. I belong to the real. I belong to the real. I belong to the real. I belong to the real. My blackest shade I ever added to the night, Feeling like a ghost. I needed a hand, someone to stand, But I gotta go alone. The damage is fucked up. The city is fucked up. I needed a hand, someone to stand and kill It when the storm starts. I've been out for The vibe, I stand tall, cannot hide. I jump first in the field, I meditate in The hills. I never stall, never sleep, I wouldn't dose if I'm weak. I gotta get on fully 'cause I can't wait For the time to heal. All this black on black will fade, Hope the memories still remain. 'Fore I go, I'll make a change. No way home, I'm here to stay. I fall down, then up and stray. I feel lost and that's okay. If I get caught, I'll break away. Got no chains to all my space, Yeah. If I don't get stopped, then I'ma do most. My people in line, I'm ready to go. So give me some money, give me some more. My blackest shade I ever added to the night, Feeling like a ghost. I needed a hand, someone to stand, But I gotta go alone. The damage is fucked up. The city is fucked up. I needed a hand, someone to stand and kill It when the storm starts. For When they call
EZOW — No Way Home
«No Way Home» — EZOW. Читайте текст песни и подпевайте с караоке-подсветкой: строки текста подсвечиваются в такт музыке. Слушайте онлайн бесплатно или скачайте mp3. Длительность записи — 3:33. Жанр — Рэп и хип-хоп.
