blu & exile - more out of life | Текст песни

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• blu & exile
• more out of life

Somebody want a ?, look inside divided
You know them blind kids, money on their eyelids
On the fly gyp shit from the Egyptian islands
Gems in the hems said the chant
Moon-made glance, hair on my chain grows
Hair on my chest burn
My soul cold, I can't sleep
Let alone, still evoke, smoking dope like
Slight shake, time, find another way to choke
Another day broke, money ain't my model, nope
Trade a piece for the sorrow that I swallow
Bottle after bottle, like the role models of the hollow
Feeling like a seedless avocado
Crowd screaming "Bravo! Bravo!" here's a dollar
For your sorrows, can I borrow your time more tomorrow?
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